PSA: Just a friendly reminder that whenever you start a creative project, you will invariably hit a phase where the Thing™️ appears horrendous and you start asking existential questions. But if you keep working, it invariably passes and starts to resemble something less like the devil’s vomit. Doesn’t matter if it’s art, writing, or what–this happens repeatedly. Carry on.
Summary: You’d spent months pining after him. Longing from a distance. He lived in your head constantly. Consuming your thoughts more than anything ever had. But you could never have him, could you? He was unreachable. Out of your league. It was insane how much our brains can get hooked onto the things it knows it can never possess. Sure, your lovesick brain did come up with a few tricks to try to woo your hopeless crush. But he never saw the signs. Professor Grace was not one of those men. He would never look at a student like that. Would he?
You’d lost count of how many times you had screamed his name into your pillow.
Both out of pleasure and frustration. You were way past pretending as if for the past few months, he wasn’t the only thing on your mind whenever your hand found itself in between your legs late at night. It was torture. The good kind. But it was also frustrating to crush on someone you knew you couldn’t have.
He was so perfect. Everyone liked him. Everyone wanted to be liked by him.
You often found yourself asking ‘Why him? You know you can’t have him. So why him?’
Never got an answer. Not from yourself, no signs from the universe, not even the tarot cards knew why.
He had become a habit. Professor Ryland lived inside your head. At first you brushed it off as just an academic crush. He was extremely intelligent, gentle, kind, and very, very handsome and passionate about his classes. Who wouldn’t have a crush on him? He was perfect.
But then, weeks later you still found yourself thinking about him. Your brain kept on creating unrealistic scenarios involving you and him and it simply wouldn’t stop. That’s when you realised oh this is a serious problem.
You were thinking of him in other classes, at the library, while you studied at the coffee shop, even when you spent the weekends with your family. All the fucking time, there he was in your thoughts. It was exhausting. It was frustrating because you had no business thinking about a man that much.
Anytime he would look your way or say your name out loud during lectures for the most ordinary stuff, your heart would skip a beat. It felt like being a teen in high school again, crushing on some popular boy who was out of your league. All that was left to do was doodle your name with his last name.
Embarrassingly enough, you also found yourself beginning to crave his attention. You would email him regarding complicated queries you had, in hopes of impressing him. You began putting some more effort in your outfits on days when you had his classes. You began taking extra good care of your skin. You began posting more online, in case he was ever lurking around and happened to stumble upon your socials. You even started taking the gym much more seriously.
All for him to not even care. To him, you were most likely just another student embarrassing herself daily almost just to get a crumb of his attention.
Until one day you decided to stop.
This weird obsession was too… weird. Of course you could never have him. In what world would he be interested in one of his students? This had to stop. So you put an end to it. You decided so over the semester break. The thoughts of him would surely gradually leave your head, but you could immediately cease with the unnecessary emails, the social media posts, the extravagant outfits to his classes, the daydreaming, etc.
Those you could stop, right? It’s not like he would notice. It’s not like he ever did to begin with.
Except he did.
And he also did notice how you started to ignore him.
—
“Would you please meet me in my office later?” Professor Ryland said to you, as he handed you one of your assignment submissions he’d corrected over the mid-semester break.
Your hand froze mid-air as you reached for your paper. “What, uh, what about?” You quickly added politely, “Professor Grace?” You quickly looked down at your grade and noted that you’d done well on the paper. So see him for what?
When you looked back up at him, he gave you a look you couldn’t decipher. And shrugged. “Just come see me later.”
That was all he said to you.
There was a time when being told to see him in his office would’ve made you pass out. There was a time when all you wanted was this – alone time with him. But over the short break, you’d decided you would put an end to all this. And now he wants to see you in his office?
The fates truly had a twisted sense of humour.
—
Late that afternoon, you walked to the other side of your campus and searched for Professor Ryland’s office. The whole time, you wondered why your heart wasn’t skipping beats like it used to around him. You were certainly nervous, but not in the lovesick way you used to be whenever it came to him. This time it was actual nervousness. Had you been lacking in your studies and didn’t notice? Was it something to do with finals? Were you failing his class?
You reached his office on the top floor, at the end of the long corridor, and knocked on the dark wooden door.
“Come in.” He called out gently.
You walked in and immediately had to remember how to make yourself breathe properly.
There he was, standing by his desk with a bunch of papers in his hands. Dark trousers, dark button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up till just below his elbows, with one of those ridiculous sweater vests that should look silly on a grown man but for some reason, it worked so well on him. He was tall, and handsome, and… fuck. Those damned glasses resting on his nose.
“You, um…” You shut the door behind you and faced him from that very spot, “You asked me to come see you, professor? Is it about the paper?”
“Ah.” He placed the stack of papers down on his desk as he spoke, “Yes, I mean no. It’s not about your paper. You did wonderfully. Come,” He gestured for you to come closer as he casually sat on the edge of his large desk.
You watched him as he crossed his arms over his chest, forcing you to eye his muscular forearms as you walked up to his desk. He wasn’t in his seat so you didn’t know if you should sit down or just stand there awkwardly with him perched on the edge of his desk like that.
As you stood before him, Professor Ryland eyed you curiously from above the frame of his absurdly cute glasses which never quite seemed to sit on his face like regular glasses should. They always added a dash of academic chaos to his overall vibe.
“Um, Professor?” You wondered why he wasn’t saying anything first. Given he asked you to come and see him and never mentioned why.
“You’re different.” He said. Suddenly his voice was somehow softer, yet it sent chills down your back. “And I can’t figure out what it is.”
“Pardon?”
“Ever since the break, I mean.” He tilted his head a little to the side as he spoke. “It’s only the second week since we’ve been back and you’ve improved so much in such little time.” He stated. “I mean you’ve always been a good student, but you seemed so… distracted earlier this semester. And since the break, well, surely you’ve noticed how different you’ve been.” He continued, still giving you that curious look. “No more silly queries, no more daydreaming in my classes, no more putting in more thought into your outfits than my weekly class tests even.”
That last one made you pause and think. Did he just–
“Oh?” He taunted, leaning forward as he whispered in a voice that was new to you, and what you could only describe as dangerous, “Did you think I didn’t notice all your little antics?”
You froze. Yet again. “What… um, what do you mean, Professor?”
He gave you a soft, almost condescending smile. “Don’t play stupid. You know exactly what I mean. Did you think I didn’t notice the way you’ve been trying to get my attention for the past few months? Hmm? All those emails at odd hours, and all your longing stares, and those tight little skirts?”
He made a face then, as if remembering those skirts in fondness. You remained quiet. You told yourself this can’t be real. This cannot be happening, right? This must be another vivid daydream–
“Was it something I did? What made you stop needing my attention?”
There was that tone again. That soft, condescending, dangerous tone which made you want to run away and run into his arms at the same time.
“Professor, I don’t know what you–,”
“Oh.” He cut you off and chuckled. “So we’re doing this then?” He uncrossed his arms and reached for you.
By the time you registered what was happening, he was already grabbing you by the wrist and gently pulling you closer into him. Until your chest was mere inches away from his. Your body tensed in between his legs. You could almost feel his body heat.
He stared deep into your eyes as he spoke. “You go away during the break, then come back and pretend as if I suddenly don’t exist.” He stated, wondering. “Something must’ve happened. What was it? Found someone else? Hmm?” He leaned closer, having to lower his face closer to yours. “Who is he? Huh? Some young man you met while you were away at some fancy resort with your family?”
How the fuck does he–
“How do you know I went to–,”
“Oh, please.” He cut you off again. “With how much time you spent on my socials, of course the algorithm would constantly suggest to me your accounts. They’re all public anyway.” He chuckled like a smug know-it-all. Then he moved his mouth over to your ear and whispered, “If you must know, I did some stalking of my own too. And I have to say, I miss those gym selfies of yours.” His voice gave you goosebumps.
Oh.
You could’ve left right there and then. You could’ve easily walked away and walked out of that office and never go back if you wished. But fuck, how could you? How could you when he was being like this? So close, so warm, so fucking intoxicating. You used to dream of this. Of interactions like this.
He continued, “But since you stopped posting all those pictures, I had to make do with your more… wholesome ones.” You didn’t miss the insinuation in his tone. “After all, you’re such a pretty girl. I couldn’t not look at your face every day, now could I? So you’ll forgive me, but I carried on spying.” He paused and pulled away to look at you properly.
Fuck. His scent was pulling you in like a moth to a flame. A hopeless moth to a forbidden flame.
“And?” You caught yourself asking. You needed to know more, didn’t you?
He let out a boyish laugh. “And?” He repeated in a mocking tone that made you want to clench your thighs together. “What do you want to know? That I jerked off looking at your pictures? Because I did. Multiple times.”
You gasped at the sudden confession. His smirk was shameless.
“What?” He rolled his eyes in that typical, playful way professors do when you annoy them. “You want me to believe you didn't do the same? Never thought of me,” He grabbed your hand and brought your fingertips to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against them, “while touching yourself?” He murmured against your fingers. “Hmm?”
“I…” You struggled to find your voice. All you could focus on was how his lips felt against your fingertips. How soft they were. How rough his stubble was. But eventually, you did find your words to confess. “I did, Professor.”
He laughed again, just as cocky as earlier. “There we go. Now back to my initial question, what made you turn so cold all of a sudden?” He insisted on knowing. “Do you even know how deeply I miss those skirts of yours?”
Oh this was so wrong. You ignored how that last bit made your heart flutter in a way it shouldn’t. “I thought, um, I mean it was obvious that you weren’t interested so I… I decided to stop embarrassing myself.”
“You thought.” He scoffed.
Was he… was he upset that you were trying to get over him? Offended maybe?
“It was unhealthy.” You stated. “I mean, at some point it became a lot more than just a hopeless crush and it got ridiculous. It was unhealthy.” You were repeating yourself because with him this close you couldn’t think straight.
“Unhealthy.” He scoffed again, just like earlier. Like he was taking offence. “You know what’s unhealthy? You messing with my head.” His grip around your wrist tightened.
You frowned in utter confusion. “I never messed with your–,”
He stood up straight, no longer leaning against the edge of his desk. Instead now he towered over you, still holding your wrist to keep you close. “Do you think I was oblivious to your tricks? Huh? You think I couldn’t tell how badly you begged for my attention? Or how badly I wanted to give it all to you but had to hold back? Do you know what that does to a man’s brain?”
You blinked, unable to look away from how gently yet firmly he held your wrist. Like he had every right to. You let him move you so you both switched places. This time it was you leaning against the edge of his desk. He pushed you onto the edge a little, just so your butt rested on the surface, causing your legs to part.
He looked down as he slid a knee in between yours, pressing his body easily against yours.
“I didn’t know.” You whispered, looking up into his ocean blue eyes.
There was the line. And here you were both crossing it.
His other hand reached up to touch your face. “I know.” And that was all he said before he kissed you ferociously. Lips and tongues and teeth. He didn’t hold back. His hands wandered, touching your neck, down your body, grabbing and touching and squeezing.
You gasped and moaned into the kiss. The bolder he got, the louder and more frequent your gasps and moans got. “Shh, I’ve got you.” He whispered, then you felt his hand sliding easily in between your legs, teasing you through the soft fabric of your casual trousers. His hand down there felt so comfortable yet exhilarating.
“Touch me.” He demanded, not breaking the kiss. He pleaded against your mouth, “Come on, I’m all yours to play with. Touch me.”
Your shaky hands found their way to his neck, tracing random shapes all over his skin as he kissed you deeper, holding you in place by the chin. Sighing in between kisses as your hands drifted downwards, easily sliding under the sweater vest, touching his warm chest through the soft fabric of button up shirt.
The noises he let out as you ran your hands up and down his torso were what dreams were made of. Especially your daydreams. You often wondered whether he’d be vocal or quiet. Turns out he was a bit of a whimperer, even when he had the upper hand here.
You struggled to even form a coherent thought as you felt him touch you, his fingers sliding along your clothed pussy slowly.
He pulled away from the kiss and clicked his tongue, disappointed. “See? It would be so much easier if you were wearing those tiny little skirts.” He looked down, loosening his grip on your chin so you could follow his movement, both of you now looking down at how his hand touched and teased you in between your legs. “Take it off. All of it.”
Those words were all it took for you to start undressing. You kept your shoes on and got out of your trousers and tshirt. Then removed your underwear and dropped all your clothes into a little pile at your feet. And not once did you feel even an ounce of shame or discomfort.
“Look at you.” Ryland was touching you before you even thought about how inappropriate this was. His hand finding itself back to where it was earlier, between your legs, this time without the annoying barrier of clothing.
You looked down and let out a moan. He was so close it was heady. It was downright dirty to just watch his fingers leisurely gliding in and out, stroking your sensitive parts. His fingers weren’t even inside you yet, but you were close to the edge already, feeling warm and tingly all over. You closed your eyes tightly and held back a moan as you whispered, “Professor, please.”
He chuckled and said, “My fingers are almost inside you, angel. You should probably call me by my name now.”
You tested it out, whispering, “Ryland.” It sounded so intimate and… familiar. Probably because it wasn’t the first time you’d moan his name out loud.
He held your stare, leaning in just so he was all you could see. The rest of the world didn’t exist here. He pulled his fingers away and brought them up to your lips, sliding his wet fingers into your open mouth like he owned it. Your lips wrapped around his fingers, gently sucking your taste off them as he watched with interest.
“Let me taste you, come here.” He pulled his fingers away and leaned in for a kiss, sliding his tongue against yours hungrily. In a way that made you even wetter than before. “I need to have you.” He whispered against your mouth. “Can I?” He added, “Please. I need you.”
You nodded quickly.
He pulled away, took a step back from you and pointed at his desk, “Bend over.”
You turned around immediately and bent over the edge of his large desk. Your face pressing against the cold surface of the polished wood as your hands laid palm down on each side of your head. Your ass pressed against the front of his pants and you whimpered, feeling his thick, hard cock beneath the fabric, rubbing against your soft folds.
You felt his hands on your body. “Look how pretty you are.” He placed his hands on each side of your waist and caressed your body, rubbing up and down along your sides, touching your ass but not touching you right where you needed him. “I can’t believe you kept yourself from me all this time. You could’ve walked in here at any time and demanded whatever you wanted from me and I would’ve given it to you, angel.”
You whimpered at his words, and bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning too loud as his touch, and words, made you feel all tingly and floaty.
He scoffed before pinching your skin to make you gasp again, “So obedient too, aren’t you?” He finally trailed his fingers down in between your legs and lazily traced along your slit. “So wet and ready for me.” He chuckled, “Tell me, how many times did you fantasize about me while you touch yourself, hmm?”
You closed your eyes and frowned in pleasure as he lazily finger-fucked you. “A lot… too many times,” You whined as he touched a sensitive spot inside you, “Please Ryland. You sounded just as desperate as you were.
“You filthy, dirty girl.”
You heard him undoing his pants, the sound of him lowering his zipper made you whimper as you pushed your ass against him even more. You felt his hands on your body again, he grabbed you on either side of your hips before spreading your legs apart and pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance.
But he didn’t slide his cock inside of you yet.
You waited, your heart racing. You tried to push back into him but he moved away, chuckling while you whined in desperation. “Ryland.” You cried out again.
“I know, I know.” He cooed. “I just like hearing you say my name, angel.” He mumbled under his breath as he pushed himself slowly inside of you, feeling your walls tighten around him. “Fuck.” He sighed.
You whimpered as he filled you up, stretching you as he went.
“So fucking good.” He struggled to talk just a little, gasping as he felt your walls clench around him. He pulled out and thrust deep into you again, making you moan and gasp under him. He reached for and grabbed your wrists, pinning them down at your lower back as he started rocking into you. Using you like a toy. Slowly at first, then gradually building up his pace.
You whined as he fucked deep into you, your front bumping against the edge of the desk each time. You whimpered as he pounded harder into you at the sound of that confession. His pelvic bone smacking against your ass each time he thrust into you.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He growled, tightening his grip on your wrists as he fucked you harder, feeling your walls getting tighter around him. He hissed again, “Like you’re just a pretty girl for me to use, huh?”
You whined, “Please…”
He slammed his cock harder into you, making your eyes water and your heart race so fast you felt like it might just escape your ribcage.
“Look at how well you take it. I could do anything I wanted and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?” He thrust so deep into you that it felt like you would simply come apart right there but then he pulled out and pulled you off the desk, turning you around so you faced him. He grabbed your chin roughly in his grip as he stared into your eyes.
You whined even louder. “Please…”
“Don’t you dare fucking come yet.” He threatened.
Your lips parted as you gasped for air. He looked like he was trying very hard to maintain his composure. He cupped your face and kissed you savagely. Hard. Lips, teeth, tongue – all of it. And for a moment it felt like you might just come from his kiss alone.
But then he pulled away from your swollen lip and spat into your mouth before he said, “Get on your knees. Now.”
Your brain was still processing it all but your body obeyed immediately, falling perfectly on your knees in front of him. You watched him with a hunger in your teary eyes.
You watched how he grabbed his cock at the base and guided his tip over to your already open, wet, warm mouth and said, “Suck.”
You did. You opened your mouth wider as he slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. You took him in slowly until he hit the back of your throat. “That’s it. Fuck," He hissed in pleasure, “It’s been so long.” He whispered more so to himself but you heard it. “Make it good for me. Come on.”
You looked up and met his piercing eyes as he looked down at you like you were in your rightful place, kneeling before him naked while he was fully clothed, with his cock in your mouth. Pink lips parted as he hissed in pleasure.
You gripped his thighs and worked extra hard on him, feeling his smooth skin along your tongue, tasting yourself and his precum. You whimpered when he let out an unrestrained growl as you circle his tip with your tongue before sucking on it gently.
He let out a carefree chuckle as he looked down at you, “Having fun?” He asked, knowing damn well you couldn’t respond with his cock filling your mouth.
Your eyes began tearing up and Ryland felt a rush at the sight of the hot, silent tears streaming down your face while your mouth was full of him.
He smirked. “Are you crying for me, angel?” He taunted in a dark, mocking tone before thrusting his hips forward just a little. “There we go.” His action made you tear up even more. “So pretty when you cry for me.”
You just whined, sucking on him harder simply because the sounds he made were fucking addicting. This side of his was so new and unexpected.
Then just as you were having a little too much fun making him gasp and grunt, he said, “Come on, get up.”
You listened, even though you were a little disappointed you didn’t get to make him come in your mouth but you’d take whatever he’d give you. So you followed his instructions as he had you sit on the edge of the table this time before he stepped in between your legs, still staring into your eyes.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in to whisper against your mouth, “Still want more, don’t you? Hmm? You’re a happy girl as long as you’ve got some cock in you, huh?” He aligned his cock to your core again. “There we go…” He slipped inside you with ease, making you gasp at how good he felt as he began fucking you again.
He grabbed your thighs and pushed them further apart so he could fuck you deeper.
“Please…” You whimpered. “Ryland.” You cried out.
“Touch me.” He whispered, his tone demanding yet so subtly pleading. He’d said it before, you remembered.
So you placed your hands wherever you could feel his skin, his face and neck. You whined at his lack of nudity, but you couldn’t find the words to complain. So you focused on touching his skin, anywhere you could. Your fingers caressing his flushed face as he fucked deeper into you, pounding into you relentlessly as he moaned shamelessly.
“You feel so good… so fucking tight for me,” He whispered against your skin and you barely heard him over the sound of sex echoing in his spacious office. “Only for me though, right? You’re not gonna spread these legs for other men, are you?” He couldn’t help but say, “This is mine. You are mine.” He growled, his glasses fogging up just a little. “Am I clear?”
“Yes…” You whined as you felt yourself getting so close to the edge again as he pounded into you aggressively. You felt a tear slip out of the corner of your eye as you felt the pressure in between your legs getting too much to contain.
He felt it too, as your walls clenched violently around him. “Fuck,” He growled into your ear, “Come for me. Come all over my cock, pretty girl…”
You didn’t hear the rest of what he said because you were long gone, well fucked and lust drunk, you came with a loud cry.
He followed shortly after, pulling out and coming undone all over your trembling thighs, gripping you so tightly that his fingers would surely leave bruises behind as memory.
—
Ryland couldn’t let you leave just yet. You were trembling, and flushed, and still coming down from your high.
He had some paperwork to oversee and some emails to reply to. But he didn’t want you gone, so he helped you clean up, wrapped you up in the closest thing he could find, which was his large, soft coat – ignoring your clothes for now – then he gathered you carefully into his arms, pulling you onto his lap as he sat on one of the couches in his office to get some work done.
It should’ve been weird. The proximity, your nudity, being on his lap so casually, all of it. But it wasn’t. You were content here, wrapped in his oversized coat, surrounded by his scent, warm and with him.
He did his thing, replied to some emails, checked his schedules and lesson plans, while you straddle his lap, resting your head on his shoulder and sighing each time he petted your exposed skin, caressed your back, occasionally leaving kisses on your shoulder or forehead as if it were a habit.
You mindlessly played with the soft fabric of his sweater vest, tracing imaginary shapes on his exposed forearms, breathing in his scent, finding comfort in his body heat. “You didn’t let me see you. At all.” You complained given he hadn’t taken off his clothes to fuck you earlier.
He let out a soft chuckle. “Another time, angel.”
Oh. So there will be another time.
“Of course there will be.”
You hid your face into the crook of his neck when you realised you’d said your thoughts out loud. Ryland laughed as you got over your embarrassment.
But now that you were so close to him, naked on his lap, with the promise of an ‘another time’... you couldn’t sit still.
“What is it?” He asked, after noticing that you’d been sighing and rubbing your face against his warm neck like an agitated kitten. “Want to go?”
You shook your head quickly, “No.” You mumbled quietly.
“What is it then?” He asked, “You want more?” He pointed down at his crotch.
You just nodded.
Ryland smirked and said, “Go on then. Keep it warm for me while I finish up here.”
Somehow you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. So you reached down and into his pants to pull out his cock again. You groaned in need at the sight of it. You lifted up just until you had room to align his cock to your entrance again, and once done you sank down until he was buried deep inside you. Again.
You whimpered as you shoved your face into the crook of his neck, keeping his cock warm just like how he wanted you to.
“That’s it,” He said. “Now stay still and do a good job, and maybe I’ll fuck you one more time before I drop you back to your apartment. Okay, angel?”
Summary: You’d spent months pining after him. Longing from a distance. He lived in your head constantly. Consuming your thoughts more than anything ever had. But you could never have him, could you? He was unreachable. Out of your league. It was insane how much our brains can get hooked onto the things it knows it can never possess. Sure, your lovesick brain did come up with a few tricks to try to woo your hopeless crush. But he never saw the signs. Professor Grace was not one of those men. He would never look at a student like that. Would he?
You’d lost count of how many times you had screamed his name into your pillow.
Both out of pleasure and frustration. You were way past pretending as if for the past few months, he wasn’t the only thing on your mind whenever your hand found itself in between your legs late at night. It was torture. The good kind. But it was also frustrating to crush on someone you knew you couldn’t have.
He was so perfect. Everyone liked him. Everyone wanted to be liked by him.
You often found yourself asking ‘Why him? You know you can’t have him. So why him?’
Never got an answer. Not from yourself, no signs from the universe, not even the tarot cards knew why.
He had become a habit. Professor Ryland lived inside your head. At first you brushed it off as just an academic crush. He was extremely intelligent, gentle, kind, and very, very handsome and passionate about his classes. Who wouldn’t have a crush on him? He was perfect.
But then, weeks later you still found yourself thinking about him. Your brain kept on creating unrealistic scenarios involving you and him and it simply wouldn’t stop. That’s when you realised oh this is a serious problem.
You were thinking of him in other classes, at the library, while you studied at the coffee shop, even when you spent the weekends with your family. All the fucking time, there he was in your thoughts. It was exhausting. It was frustrating because you had no business thinking about a man that much.
Anytime he would look your way or say your name out loud during lectures for the most ordinary stuff, your heart would skip a beat. It felt like being a teen in high school again, crushing on some popular boy who was out of your league. All that was left to do was doodle your name with his last name.
Embarrassingly enough, you also found yourself beginning to crave his attention. You would email him regarding complicated queries you had, in hopes of impressing him. You began putting some more effort in your outfits on days when you had his classes. You began taking extra good care of your skin. You began posting more online, in case he was ever lurking around and happened to stumble upon your socials. You even started taking the gym much more seriously.
All for him to not even care. To him, you were most likely just another student embarrassing herself daily almost just to get a crumb of his attention.
Until one day you decided to stop.
This weird obsession was too… weird. Of course you could never have him. In what world would he be interested in one of his students? This had to stop. So you put an end to it. You decided so over the semester break. The thoughts of him would surely gradually leave your head, but you could immediately cease with the unnecessary emails, the social media posts, the extravagant outfits to his classes, the daydreaming, etc.
Those you could stop, right? It’s not like he would notice. It’s not like he ever did to begin with.
Except he did.
And he also did notice how you started to ignore him.
—
“Would you please meet me in my office later?” Professor Ryland said to you, as he handed you one of your assignment submissions he’d corrected over the mid-semester break.
Your hand froze mid-air as you reached for your paper. “What, uh, what about?” You quickly added politely, “Professor Grace?” You quickly looked down at your grade and noted that you’d done well on the paper. So see him for what?
When you looked back up at him, he gave you a look you couldn’t decipher. And shrugged. “Just come see me later.”
That was all he said to you.
There was a time when being told to see him in his office would’ve made you pass out. There was a time when all you wanted was this – alone time with him. But over the short break, you’d decided you would put an end to all this. And now he wants to see you in his office?
The fates truly had a twisted sense of humour.
—
Late that afternoon, you walked to the other side of your campus and searched for Professor Ryland’s office. The whole time, you wondered why your heart wasn’t skipping beats like it used to around him. You were certainly nervous, but not in the lovesick way you used to be whenever it came to him. This time it was actual nervousness. Had you been lacking in your studies and didn’t notice? Was it something to do with finals? Were you failing his class?
You reached his office on the top floor, at the end of the long corridor, and knocked on the dark wooden door.
“Come in.” He called out gently.
You walked in and immediately had to remember how to make yourself breathe properly.
There he was, standing by his desk with a bunch of papers in his hands. Dark trousers, dark button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up till just below his elbows, with one of those ridiculous sweater vests that should look silly on a grown man but for some reason, it worked so well on him. He was tall, and handsome, and… fuck. Those damned glasses resting on his nose.
“You, um…” You shut the door behind you and faced him from that very spot, “You asked me to come see you, professor? Is it about the paper?”
“Ah.” He placed the stack of papers down on his desk as he spoke, “Yes, I mean no. It’s not about your paper. You did wonderfully. Come,” He gestured for you to come closer as he casually sat on the edge of his large desk.
You watched him as he crossed his arms over his chest, forcing you to eye his muscular forearms as you walked up to his desk. He wasn’t in his seat so you didn’t know if you should sit down or just stand there awkwardly with him perched on the edge of his desk like that.
As you stood before him, Professor Ryland eyed you curiously from above the frame of his absurdly cute glasses which never quite seemed to sit on his face like regular glasses should. They always added a dash of academic chaos to his overall vibe.
“Um, Professor?” You wondered why he wasn’t saying anything first. Given he asked you to come and see him and never mentioned why.
“You’re different.” He said. Suddenly his voice was somehow softer, yet it sent chills down your back. “And I can’t figure out what it is.”
“Pardon?”
“Ever since the break, I mean.” He tilted his head a little to the side as he spoke. “It’s only the second week since we’ve been back and you’ve improved so much in such little time.” He stated. “I mean you’ve always been a good student, but you seemed so… distracted earlier this semester. And since the break, well, surely you’ve noticed how different you’ve been.” He continued, still giving you that curious look. “No more silly queries, no more daydreaming in my classes, no more putting in more thought into your outfits than my weekly class tests even.”
That last one made you pause and think. Did he just–
“Oh?” He taunted, leaning forward as he whispered in a voice that was new to you, and what you could only describe as dangerous, “Did you think I didn’t notice all your little antics?”
You froze. Yet again. “What… um, what do you mean, Professor?”
He gave you a soft, almost condescending smile. “Don’t play stupid. You know exactly what I mean. Did you think I didn’t notice the way you’ve been trying to get my attention for the past few months? Hmm? All those emails at odd hours, and all your longing stares, and those tight little skirts?”
He made a face then, as if remembering those skirts in fondness. You remained quiet. You told yourself this can’t be real. This cannot be happening, right? This must be another vivid daydream–
“Was it something I did? What made you stop needing my attention?”
There was that tone again. That soft, condescending, dangerous tone which made you want to run away and run into his arms at the same time.
“Professor, I don’t know what you–,”
“Oh.” He cut you off and chuckled. “So we’re doing this then?” He uncrossed his arms and reached for you.
By the time you registered what was happening, he was already grabbing you by the wrist and gently pulling you closer into him. Until your chest was mere inches away from his. Your body tensed in between his legs. You could almost feel his body heat.
He stared deep into your eyes as he spoke. “You go away during the break, then come back and pretend as if I suddenly don’t exist.” He stated, wondering. “Something must’ve happened. What was it? Found someone else? Hmm?” He leaned closer, having to lower his face closer to yours. “Who is he? Huh? Some young man you met while you were away at some fancy resort with your family?”
How the fuck does he–
“How do you know I went to–,”
“Oh, please.” He cut you off again. “With how much time you spent on my socials, of course the algorithm would constantly suggest to me your accounts. They’re all public anyway.” He chuckled like a smug know-it-all. Then he moved his mouth over to your ear and whispered, “If you must know, I did some stalking of my own too. And I have to say, I miss those gym selfies of yours.” His voice gave you goosebumps.
Oh.
You could’ve left right there and then. You could’ve easily walked away and walked out of that office and never go back if you wished. But fuck, how could you? How could you when he was being like this? So close, so warm, so fucking intoxicating. You used to dream of this. Of interactions like this.
He continued, “But since you stopped posting all those pictures, I had to make do with your more… wholesome ones.” You didn’t miss the insinuation in his tone. “After all, you’re such a pretty girl. I couldn’t not look at your face every day, now could I? So you’ll forgive me, but I carried on spying.” He paused and pulled away to look at you properly.
Fuck. His scent was pulling you in like a moth to a flame. A hopeless moth to a forbidden flame.
“And?” You caught yourself asking. You needed to know more, didn’t you?
He let out a boyish laugh. “And?” He repeated in a mocking tone that made you want to clench your thighs together. “What do you want to know? That I jerked off looking at your pictures? Because I did. Multiple times.”
You gasped at the sudden confession. His smirk was shameless.
“What?” He rolled his eyes in that typical, playful way professors do when you annoy them. “You want me to believe you didn't do the same? Never thought of me,” He grabbed your hand and brought your fingertips to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against them, “while touching yourself?” He murmured against your fingers. “Hmm?”
“I…” You struggled to find your voice. All you could focus on was how his lips felt against your fingertips. How soft they were. How rough his stubble was. But eventually, you did find your words to confess. “I did, Professor.”
He laughed again, just as cocky as earlier. “There we go. Now back to my initial question, what made you turn so cold all of a sudden?” He insisted on knowing. “Do you even know how deeply I miss those skirts of yours?”
Oh this was so wrong. You ignored how that last bit made your heart flutter in a way it shouldn’t. “I thought, um, I mean it was obvious that you weren’t interested so I… I decided to stop embarrassing myself.”
“You thought.” He scoffed.
Was he… was he upset that you were trying to get over him? Offended maybe?
“It was unhealthy.” You stated. “I mean, at some point it became a lot more than just a hopeless crush and it got ridiculous. It was unhealthy.” You were repeating yourself because with him this close you couldn’t think straight.
“Unhealthy.” He scoffed again, just like earlier. Like he was taking offence. “You know what’s unhealthy? You messing with my head.” His grip around your wrist tightened.
You frowned in utter confusion. “I never messed with your–,”
He stood up straight, no longer leaning against the edge of his desk. Instead now he towered over you, still holding your wrist to keep you close. “Do you think I was oblivious to your tricks? Huh? You think I couldn’t tell how badly you begged for my attention? Or how badly I wanted to give it all to you but had to hold back? Do you know what that does to a man’s brain?”
You blinked, unable to look away from how gently yet firmly he held your wrist. Like he had every right to. You let him move you so you both switched places. This time it was you leaning against the edge of his desk. He pushed you onto the edge a little, just so your butt rested on the surface, causing your legs to part.
He looked down as he slid a knee in between yours, pressing his body easily against yours.
“I didn’t know.” You whispered, looking up into his ocean blue eyes.
There was the line. And here you were both crossing it.
His other hand reached up to touch your face. “I know.” And that was all he said before he kissed you ferociously. Lips and tongues and teeth. He didn’t hold back. His hands wandered, touching your neck, down your body, grabbing and touching and squeezing.
You gasped and moaned into the kiss. The bolder he got, the louder and more frequent your gasps and moans got. “Shh, I’ve got you.” He whispered, then you felt his hand sliding easily in between your legs, teasing you through the soft fabric of your casual trousers. His hand down there felt so comfortable yet exhilarating.
“Touch me.” He demanded, not breaking the kiss. He pleaded against your mouth, “Come on, I’m all yours to play with. Touch me.”
Your shaky hands found their way to his neck, tracing random shapes all over his skin as he kissed you deeper, holding you in place by the chin. Sighing in between kisses as your hands drifted downwards, easily sliding under the sweater vest, touching his warm chest through the soft fabric of button up shirt.
The noises he let out as you ran your hands up and down his torso were what dreams were made of. Especially your daydreams. You often wondered whether he’d be vocal or quiet. Turns out he was a bit of a whimperer, even when he had the upper hand here.
You struggled to even form a coherent thought as you felt him touch you, his fingers sliding along your clothed pussy slowly.
He pulled away from the kiss and clicked his tongue, disappointed. “See? It would be so much easier if you were wearing those tiny little skirts.” He looked down, loosening his grip on your chin so you could follow his movement, both of you now looking down at how his hand touched and teased you in between your legs. “Take it off. All of it.”
Those words were all it took for you to start undressing. You kept your shoes on and got out of your trousers and tshirt. Then removed your underwear and dropped all your clothes into a little pile at your feet. And not once did you feel even an ounce of shame or discomfort.
“Look at you.” Ryland was touching you before you even thought about how inappropriate this was. His hand finding itself back to where it was earlier, between your legs, this time without the annoying barrier of clothing.
You looked down and let out a moan. He was so close it was heady. It was downright dirty to just watch his fingers leisurely gliding in and out, stroking your sensitive parts. His fingers weren’t even inside you yet, but you were close to the edge already, feeling warm and tingly all over. You closed your eyes tightly and held back a moan as you whispered, “Professor, please.”
He chuckled and said, “My fingers are almost inside you, angel. You should probably call me by my name now.”
You tested it out, whispering, “Ryland.” It sounded so intimate and… familiar. Probably because it wasn’t the first time you’d moan his name out loud.
He held your stare, leaning in just so he was all you could see. The rest of the world didn’t exist here. He pulled his fingers away and brought them up to your lips, sliding his wet fingers into your open mouth like he owned it. Your lips wrapped around his fingers, gently sucking your taste off them as he watched with interest.
“Let me taste you, come here.” He pulled his fingers away and leaned in for a kiss, sliding his tongue against yours hungrily. In a way that made you even wetter than before. “I need to have you.” He whispered against your mouth. “Can I?” He added, “Please. I need you.”
You nodded quickly.
He pulled away, took a step back from you and pointed at his desk, “Bend over.”
You turned around immediately and bent over the edge of his large desk. Your face pressing against the cold surface of the polished wood as your hands laid palm down on each side of your head. Your ass pressed against the front of his pants and you whimpered, feeling his thick, hard cock beneath the fabric, rubbing against your soft folds.
You felt his hands on your body. “Look how pretty you are.” He placed his hands on each side of your waist and caressed your body, rubbing up and down along your sides, touching your ass but not touching you right where you needed him. “I can’t believe you kept yourself from me all this time. You could’ve walked in here at any time and demanded whatever you wanted from me and I would’ve given it to you, angel.”
You whimpered at his words, and bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning too loud as his touch, and words, made you feel all tingly and floaty.
He scoffed before pinching your skin to make you gasp again, “So obedient too, aren’t you?” He finally trailed his fingers down in between your legs and lazily traced along your slit. “So wet and ready for me.” He chuckled, “Tell me, how many times did you fantasize about me while you touch yourself, hmm?”
You closed your eyes and frowned in pleasure as he lazily finger-fucked you. “A lot… too many times,” You whined as he touched a sensitive spot inside you, “Please Ryland. You sounded just as desperate as you were.
“You filthy, dirty girl.”
You heard him undoing his pants, the sound of him lowering his zipper made you whimper as you pushed your ass against him even more. You felt his hands on your body again, he grabbed you on either side of your hips before spreading your legs apart and pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance.
But he didn’t slide his cock inside of you yet.
You waited, your heart racing. You tried to push back into him but he moved away, chuckling while you whined in desperation. “Ryland.” You cried out again.
“I know, I know.” He cooed. “I just like hearing you say my name, angel.” He mumbled under his breath as he pushed himself slowly inside of you, feeling your walls tighten around him. “Fuck.” He sighed.
You whimpered as he filled you up, stretching you as he went.
“So fucking good.” He struggled to talk just a little, gasping as he felt your walls clench around him. He pulled out and thrust deep into you again, making you moan and gasp under him. He reached for and grabbed your wrists, pinning them down at your lower back as he started rocking into you. Using you like a toy. Slowly at first, then gradually building up his pace.
You whined as he fucked deep into you, your front bumping against the edge of the desk each time. You whimpered as he pounded harder into you at the sound of that confession. His pelvic bone smacking against your ass each time he thrust into you.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He growled, tightening his grip on your wrists as he fucked you harder, feeling your walls getting tighter around him. He hissed again, “Like you’re just a pretty girl for me to use, huh?”
You whined, “Please…”
He slammed his cock harder into you, making your eyes water and your heart race so fast you felt like it might just escape your ribcage.
“Look at how well you take it. I could do anything I wanted and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?” He thrust so deep into you that it felt like you would simply come apart right there but then he pulled out and pulled you off the desk, turning you around so you faced him. He grabbed your chin roughly in his grip as he stared into your eyes.
You whined even louder. “Please…”
“Don’t you dare fucking come yet.” He threatened.
Your lips parted as you gasped for air. He looked like he was trying very hard to maintain his composure. He cupped your face and kissed you savagely. Hard. Lips, teeth, tongue – all of it. And for a moment it felt like you might just come from his kiss alone.
But then he pulled away from your swollen lip and spat into your mouth before he said, “Get on your knees. Now.”
Your brain was still processing it all but your body obeyed immediately, falling perfectly on your knees in front of him. You watched him with a hunger in your teary eyes.
You watched how he grabbed his cock at the base and guided his tip over to your already open, wet, warm mouth and said, “Suck.”
You did. You opened your mouth wider as he slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. You took him in slowly until he hit the back of your throat. “That’s it. Fuck," He hissed in pleasure, “It’s been so long.” He whispered more so to himself but you heard it. “Make it good for me. Come on.”
You looked up and met his piercing eyes as he looked down at you like you were in your rightful place, kneeling before him naked while he was fully clothed, with his cock in your mouth. Pink lips parted as he hissed in pleasure.
You gripped his thighs and worked extra hard on him, feeling his smooth skin along your tongue, tasting yourself and his precum. You whimpered when he let out an unrestrained growl as you circle his tip with your tongue before sucking on it gently.
He let out a carefree chuckle as he looked down at you, “Having fun?” He asked, knowing damn well you couldn’t respond with his cock filling your mouth.
Your eyes began tearing up and Ryland felt a rush at the sight of the hot, silent tears streaming down your face while your mouth was full of him.
He smirked. “Are you crying for me, angel?” He taunted in a dark, mocking tone before thrusting his hips forward just a little. “There we go.” His action made you tear up even more. “So pretty when you cry for me.”
You just whined, sucking on him harder simply because the sounds he made were fucking addicting. This side of his was so new and unexpected.
Then just as you were having a little too much fun making him gasp and grunt, he said, “Come on, get up.”
You listened, even though you were a little disappointed you didn’t get to make him come in your mouth but you’d take whatever he’d give you. So you followed his instructions as he had you sit on the edge of the table this time before he stepped in between your legs, still staring into your eyes.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in to whisper against your mouth, “Still want more, don’t you? Hmm? You’re a happy girl as long as you’ve got some cock in you, huh?” He aligned his cock to your core again. “There we go…” He slipped inside you with ease, making you gasp at how good he felt as he began fucking you again.
He grabbed your thighs and pushed them further apart so he could fuck you deeper.
“Please…” You whimpered. “Ryland.” You cried out.
“Touch me.” He whispered, his tone demanding yet so subtly pleading. He’d said it before, you remembered.
So you placed your hands wherever you could feel his skin, his face and neck. You whined at his lack of nudity, but you couldn’t find the words to complain. So you focused on touching his skin, anywhere you could. Your fingers caressing his flushed face as he fucked deeper into you, pounding into you relentlessly as he moaned shamelessly.
“You feel so good… so fucking tight for me,” He whispered against your skin and you barely heard him over the sound of sex echoing in his spacious office. “Only for me though, right? You’re not gonna spread these legs for other men, are you?” He couldn’t help but say, “This is mine. You are mine.” He growled, his glasses fogging up just a little. “Am I clear?”
“Yes…” You whined as you felt yourself getting so close to the edge again as he pounded into you aggressively. You felt a tear slip out of the corner of your eye as you felt the pressure in between your legs getting too much to contain.
He felt it too, as your walls clenched violently around him. “Fuck,” He growled into your ear, “Come for me. Come all over my cock, pretty girl…”
You didn’t hear the rest of what he said because you were long gone, well fucked and lust drunk, you came with a loud cry.
He followed shortly after, pulling out and coming undone all over your trembling thighs, gripping you so tightly that his fingers would surely leave bruises behind as memory.
—
Ryland couldn’t let you leave just yet. You were trembling, and flushed, and still coming down from your high.
He had some paperwork to oversee and some emails to reply to. But he didn’t want you gone, so he helped you clean up, wrapped you up in the closest thing he could find, which was his large, soft coat – ignoring your clothes for now – then he gathered you carefully into his arms, pulling you onto his lap as he sat on one of the couches in his office to get some work done.
It should’ve been weird. The proximity, your nudity, being on his lap so casually, all of it. But it wasn’t. You were content here, wrapped in his oversized coat, surrounded by his scent, warm and with him.
He did his thing, replied to some emails, checked his schedules and lesson plans, while you straddle his lap, resting your head on his shoulder and sighing each time he petted your exposed skin, caressed your back, occasionally leaving kisses on your shoulder or forehead as if it were a habit.
You mindlessly played with the soft fabric of his sweater vest, tracing imaginary shapes on his exposed forearms, breathing in his scent, finding comfort in his body heat. “You didn’t let me see you. At all.” You complained given he hadn’t taken off his clothes to fuck you earlier.
He let out a soft chuckle. “Another time, angel.”
Oh. So there will be another time.
“Of course there will be.”
You hid your face into the crook of his neck when you realised you’d said your thoughts out loud. Ryland laughed as you got over your embarrassment.
But now that you were so close to him, naked on his lap, with the promise of an ‘another time’... you couldn’t sit still.
“What is it?” He asked, after noticing that you’d been sighing and rubbing your face against his warm neck like an agitated kitten. “Want to go?”
You shook your head quickly, “No.” You mumbled quietly.
“What is it then?” He asked, “You want more?” He pointed down at his crotch.
You just nodded.
Ryland smirked and said, “Go on then. Keep it warm for me while I finish up here.”
Somehow you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. So you reached down and into his pants to pull out his cock again. You groaned in need at the sight of it. You lifted up just until you had room to align his cock to your entrance again, and once done you sank down until he was buried deep inside you. Again.
You whimpered as you shoved your face into the crook of his neck, keeping his cock warm just like how he wanted you to.
“That’s it,” He said. “Now stay still and do a good job, and maybe I’ll fuck you one more time before I drop you back to your apartment. Okay, angel?”
can you guys believe that the b in lgbt stands for best friends since childhood, bucky barnes and steven rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield
Summary: Bucky had never met someone quite as relentless as you. You’d been after him for months, always demanding answers for some thing you were writing on whatever topic. He didn’t care about specifics. Bucky had never seen you but he did turn you down each time on the phone. After all, he was a busy man. He didn’t have time for some random reporter or her random article. And you knew he would never give you the time of day if you just keep asking politely. So you played by his rules – laid a harmless little trap and waited until he fell in it perfectly. Oblivious, unguarded, and unsuspecting. Or was he…?
Themes: smut, explicit language, mob!bucky, reporter!reader, mild degrading kink, praise kink, soft!dom!bucky, spicy photography (??? idk how to tag it), bucky’s a bit of a dick in this lowkey but we love him, mild daddy kink
Was it wrong of you to con your way into one of his clubs, pretending to be one of his girls, all just to get answers you needed out of him for an article you were writing?
Maybe.
But his world was full of cons, thieves, liars, criminals and bad, bad people. Your little lies, and cunning little plan was nothing compared to what he did.
Bucky Barnes. Who didn’t know him? He was everything. A terrible man to some. A benevolent anti-hero to others. He gave back to the people, he protected his territory and all those living within it. He was ruthless to his enemies. But most of all, Bucky Barnes was untouchable.
Well. Untouchable to most.
To you, as you sat on his lap, he wasn’t. In fact, to play your part well and make it as believable as you could, you couldn’t stop touching him all over. His neck, down the bit of skin on his chest that was left exposed by his undone top buttons, up and down his arms where you could feel the muscles beneath the fabric of his black shirt, down his torso and stopping right at the buckle of his ridiculously expensive belt.
Bucky, as you had planned, mistook you for just another one of the many girls at his club who was desperate for the boss’ attention. And all it took was a coy look, and a shy smile earlier that evening and Bucky folded.
Typical. Men, no matter how powerful, were always so easy. You kept your smirk to yourself, partially hiding your face into the crook of his neck as you breathed in his scent. Bucky’s metal hand drew mindless shapes all over your exposed thigh while he answered a work related phone call. Your hands roamed all over him too, but you held on to every word he spoke. You’d need it after all, for your article.
So far you had gathered that he was sort of stressed out over some shipment. You didn’t know what it was yet, or where it was coming from. And the unanswered questions were killing you.
When he finally ended the phone call, you couldn’t help but ask, “What’s stressing you out so much?” You kept your voice steady, making sure to sound barely interested at all. Which was hard because nothing professional had ever required this much acting before. But also, his touch was distracting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have goosebumps all over your body each time his metal hand caressed your warm skin.
Bucky sighed. You finally looked up at him. He was a gorgeous man. Terrible he might be, but Bucky Barnes was as beautiful as an angel. The pictures they posted of him online, or on the news, didn't do him justice. He was so… perfect.
Even his beauty was distracting. But you forced yourself to pay attention the moment he began talking.
“Just… work.” He groaned, his hands pulling you closer, placing you right on top of his crotch. “You know how it is sometimes.” He looked at you with those cool, gentle, but deep blue eyes. “Don’t you, pretty girl? Hmm?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you curiously. A simple movement. It shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat like it did.
“Mhmm.” You traced a finger down his cheek as a distraction. “Something about some shipment I overheard. What’s that about?” You ran your fingertip along his lower lip mindlessly.
Bucky smirked. “Some people are being difficult, doll. They’re refusing to give me what I paid for well in advance.” His hands grabbed you by the thighs, pressing you further into him. “Can’t have that now, can we?”
You smiled, unconsciously leaning into him a little more. “No.” You answered, leaning further in and brushing the tip of your nose with his. “But like, what shipment are we talking about? Weapons and stuff? Where is it coming from?”
You tried your hardest to sound dumb and uninterested, but you weren’t convincing enough apparently.
Because Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, making sure there was no escape, and chuckled.
Your body froze as he spoke, his lips dangerously close to yours, “You know, you’re not as subtle as you’re desperately trying to be.” He whispered. “Did you think I didn’t figure who you were the moment I saw you in my club, little miss reporter?” Bucky laughed.
Shit.
You gasped when the shock wore off. You tried to get off his lap but he didn’t let you.
“Ah. Don’t you dare run.” He warned, staring deep into your eyes as your struggle slowly died down. “Now that you have me exactly where you wanted me, you have nothing to ask?”
Your heart was racing. But then again, if he wanted you dead you’d be dead already.
Fine. No running.
“Why did you play along?” You asked, mentally trying to find the quickest way out. If needed.
He smirked again. “You looked so adorable trying to blend in here.” He leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Like an eager little puppy, trying to get my attention.” He pulled away to watch your reaction. He liked how you squirmed in embarrassment. Right on top of his crotch too. “Keep moving like that, and you might just get what you came for.”
“What?” Another soft gasp escaped your mouth. “I didn’t–”
“Really?” He cut you off. “You don’t want anything? Is that why you wore a matching set under this very see-through dress to come and see me? Hmm?” He looked so smug. Pure male arrogance.
It should’ve pissed you off. But it didn’t. It suited him so well, all that arrogance as he sat there manspreading on the couch in his dimly lit office, with you barely clothed on his lap.
You squirmed again, trying to get out of his ridiculously warm and comfortable embrace. “I’ll go.” You said. “I won’t bother you anymore.”
Bucky chuckled. “Oh no we can’t have that. It took so much work to get here. Tricked my guards, made friends with the girls who work here, you worked so fucking hard to get my attention. Now you wanna leave? Absolutely not.”
“Well–,” You began arguing, then you stopped upon realising that this wasn’t a regular man. He was actually a very dangerous criminal. He could have you killed, and buried with no trace left behind if he wanted to. “Please.”
He must’ve picked up on it. Judging by the way your body tensed up. “I won’t hurt you.” He said, letting his warm hand drop to your exposed thigh. He caressed your skin. “Don’t be scared.” Then he looked down and smirked. “And if you would stop grinding on me maybe we could talk about that little article you’re writing.”
Damn it.
You tried to pull away again, but Bucky caught you just in time. “Come on, doll.” He was having too much fun. You could tell. “Be a good girl and sit still. I won’t hurt you.”
You remained still. Just as he asked.
“Now,” He sighed, “Can we talk? Hmm? Wanna tell me what you’re working on?” His fingers didn’t stop caressing your skin. And his touch felt… oddly calming in a way that only familiar touches feel. Seeing you weren’t answering, he added, “Come on, baby. Talk to me.”
And that low, deep voice of his made you tremble.
“I… I need that article.” You sighed, “I want to be taken more seriously. At work. I mean, I want my articles to be taken more seriously.” You blinked, trying your hardest to make sense. “And you, well, nobody dares to write in depth about you or what you truly do, so…” You took a deep breath. “I figured if I do, then maybe it would be– that maybe I would be noticed.” You kept your head lowered, unable to understand how you managed to get that real and vulnerable around him.
He was a stranger.
Or, maybe not. You’d been researching him for months now. Maybe your brain got so used to him that opening up was no big deal. Perhaps it was also because you realised he wasn’t gonna hurt you. Either way you surprised yourself by being truly honest.
Bucky was quiet. Maybe thinking. After a long pause he asked, “Are you lying?”
You looked up immediately, finding yourself staring into glacier eyes. “No. Why would I lie?”
His metal slowly travelled up your body, from your thigh, up your torso, until he slowly wrapped his fingers around your throat. It was supposed to be a menacing move, threatening. But it wasn’t. It was just as grounding, mind-melting, and intense as his stare.
“If I find out you’re lying, or you’re some kind of spy sent to me in a pretty little package… baby, I’m not gonna be so nice. You hear me?”
You nodded, suddenly under a trance. “I’m not lying. Look, I get it. I shouldn’t have done this. I’ll go, I promise. You’ll never hear from me or see me ever again.”
Bucky faked a pout. Almost like he was mocking you. “Now, when did I say I wanted you gone? Huh?” His pout slowly turned into that feline smirk he always had in most of his pictures in the tabloids or in the newspapers. “I think I know why you’re here. And it has almost nothing to do with your article.”
Huh. That caught your attention. “What do you mean?”
“I think you’re here for answers.” He stated, like he was having the most casual conversation with someone. “But not for your writing. I think you’re here for yourself. Because you’re curious. Because you secretly like my world.”
“I… I do not.” You were quick to say. Sounding almost offended.
Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, again in that mocking manner. “Oh? So all those months of stalking me was for what? You want me to believe it was for some random article?” He scoffed. “You could’ve written whatever you wanted, people would’ve believed it like they do everything else in the news. But why the thorough research, huh? Why the scheming and pretending? Why take such a huge risk?”
His metal hand unwrapped itself from around your throat, and he slid it so easily in between your bodies, cupping you down there, letting his fingers press against your throbbing clit. You gasped in surprise, but you didn’t move an inch to get away.
Bucky’s smirk grew. “You see.” He moved his fingers gently, teasing you through your thin lingerie. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me.”
Your heartbeats quickened when he easily slid your underwear to the side and touched you properly with slow teasing strokes. Cold metal fingers against your heated skin. “That’s not…” You held back a moan, “True.”
Bucky was having too much fun watching you gasp, and trying your hardest to not moan, or to not grind against his fingers. He didn’t remember the last time he had such genuine desire to make a girl lose control. Usually the women he slept with did everything they could to please him. It was almost never the other way around.
But you… oh. This was going to be a fun night, he thought.
“Are you going to write about this?” He asked, gently sliding a finger inside you. He loved how you trembled. “Hmm?” He leaned closer, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he slid another finger in, slowly fucking you with them. “Are you going to write about how good my fingers feel inside you?”
Your hands instinctively found their way around his neck, you held onto him as he touched you like he had all the time in the world to play with your body and earn your reactions. And you simply let him.
“Look at you.” He taunted, noticing the little movements you did with your hips in desperation. “You really did your best to try and blend in, huh? You even got this little see-through number on.” He chuckled. “But the expensive lingerie under it gives you away, baby. Girls in this part of the city don’t wear nice things like this.”
That comment made you mad for some reason. You found yourself frowning at him and asking, “How the– fuck, oh my god,” You cried out when he slid his fingers deeper, “How the hell do you know if it’s expensive lingerie or not?”
He gave you a smug, boyish grin. “I’ve taken enough off to know.”
You gasped, both in pleasure and disbelief. “You’re disgusting.” You managed to whisper.
He laughed. “And look at you, loving it.”
You opened your mouth to sass back, but he shut you up by abruptly sliding his fingers out of you and shoving them into your open mouth. You barely registered as it happened. Your brain only caught up when he began talking again.
“Do you feel disgusting now?” He asked, his voice as triumphant as always. “Have I spoiled you? Hmm? Did my touch make you dirty?” He kept his eyes on yours, knowing damn well your pussy was begging for his touch.
Hell, you would’ve begged him if he didn’t have his fingers into your mouth.
“You don’t belong in my world.” He stated, moving his fingers gently along your tongue. “You’re too… clean. Too tidy and nice.” He said it like it was an insult. “But you want it, don’t you? To belong? Here?”
You kept that soft suction on his fingers as you nodded.
He smiled. A genuine, proud smile. “Yeah? You want daddy to make you one of his girls?”
You nodded again, this time whimpering as he pulled his fingers back and out of your mouth. Leaving you empty and throbbing and fucking desperate.
“Now, be daddy’s good girl and take all that off.”
You moved immediately, delirious with anticipation and pleasure. And within the next few seconds, you were off the couch, off his lap, and stripping. You didn’t bother to put on a show either. Bucky preferred that. The whole performative stripping was getting boring.
Once done, he guided you back over on his lap. “Good girl.” He murmured, looking up at you with those blue gorgeous eyes. His hands continued exploring your body, now bare. And he was shameless. Touching everything, everywhere. His hands, warm and cold all over your body.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispered along your collar bones, kissing and licking your skin. “And you smell so fucking good.” You inched closer to him, rubbing your crotch against his clothed but erected cock, making yourself gasp and moan.
Bucky just chuckled at your impatience.
“I should be kicking you out.” He said. “I should have a couple of my guys keep an eye on you and make sure you never bother me again. But I can’t.” He tightened his grip on your waist just a little and pulled you closer to him, nuzzling your neck again. “How can I when you look so fucking good and fit so perfectly on my lap?”
You couldn’t help but whisper, “Please…”
“Please what?” He smirked against your skin. “What do you want, baby?” He wrapped his arms around you, grounding you on his clothed cock in the process, “My fingers again?” He reached up to grab the back of your neck, tilting your head back so he could kiss and whisper against your skin, “Or my cock?”
Would it be wrong to admit that you wanted him? Desperately. Shamelessly. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted his warm, muscular body pressed up against you while he fucked the brains out of you.
“Your cock, please.” You begged, gasping for breath already as he playfully bit your throat. You didn’t remember the last time a man had you this hot and bothered.
He chuckled, letting his hand rest at your butt, bringing your body closer to his. “Well then you have to work for it, doll.” He said, amused. “I love a woman who goes for what she wants.” He confessed. “You worked so hard to get here, didn’t you? Well go on then, work some more. Take my cock out and put it in you.” He said, then leaned back to watch you.
He was so fucking mean. It only turned you on even more.
Now what? He’s just gonna sit there and watch. How borderline humiliating. Damn him.
But you were needy enough that you didn’t have time for shame.
Bucky carefully watched each one of your moves. The desperation in your eyes, how your eager, trembling hands rapidly undid his pants to free his throbbing cock. He smirked, radiating pure male confidence when he caught the way you whimpered under your breath at the sight of him.
You lifted your eyes up, staring into his as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking his veiny cock, making him groan under his breath. “I said put it inside you, doll.”
You whimpered helplessly as you did, lifting your body off of his lap and aligning the tip of his cock to your hole and then slowly, slowly sinking down on him. You moaned, watching his cock disappear inside of you. Filling you up.
“Come here,” He growled once he was nice and deep inside your warm, wet hole. Grabbing you by the throat, Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you hungrily. Growling into your mouth about how good it felt to be inside you, “Good job. Look how pretty you look, filled with my cock. Do you realise how pretty you look?”
You said nothing back. You just focused on breathing and feeling.
“Come on,” Bucky struggled to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to just fuck. But he needed to tease you a little more. “Don’t you wanna remember this? For when you write your article, huh? Give me your phone.”
That part confused you. “What?” You cried out.
Bucky chuckled. “Where’s your phone, huh?” He looked around, and it was discarded and long forgotten in a corner of the couch. He reached for it and immediately opened your camera. “I want you to remember every detail. It might help with your writing.” He angled the camera down, neither of your faces visible but your bodies… oh it was a sight.
Your body pressed up against his. Him fully clothed but you were completely naked, with his cock buried deep inside you. You whimpered and hid your face into his neck as Bucky clicked multiple pics.
“Aww, what? Now you’re shy?” He taunted. “What about when you had plans to seduce me and get info out of me earlier, huh? You didn’t seem so shy when you basically threw yourself at me.”
You melted, immediately grinding your hips against his, desperate for some friction. For any kind of movement. Just needy.
“Please…”
He tossed your phone aside carelessly. His hands grabbed you by the hips as he carefully helped you lift your lower body up and then slowly, lowering you down his cock again.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” He sounded different. Rougher.
You nodded, looking down to see where your bodies connected and the sight of it, of his cock stretching you out was just sinful.
“You feel perfect, you know that?” Bucky grabbed and held your hips in place, gently thrusting his hips up, making you moan as he filled you up, “Just a perfect girl for me, aren’t you?”
Bucky leaned in to kiss your open mouth. His kiss was punishing, while he moved your body gently, rocking you back and forth on his cock to get you to get used to the girth of him. His cock throbbed against your walls, causing the tiniest bit of friction which drove you insane and turned you into a teary, mumbling mess.
“Please, please, please…” You pleaded.
“Aww baby, what is it? Is it too much? Hmm?” He teased, placing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it slowly while still moving your hips back and forth. “But isn’t this what you wanted? When you dragged me all the way here earlier, whispering dirty secrets in my ear… wasn’t this what you had in mind?”
You looked into his eyes with your teary ones.
Bucky smirked, “Poor baby, so hungry for cock. Isn’t she?” He let go of your hips, no longer helping you to move. “You were willing to fuck me and get what you wanted out of me for the sake of your little article, weren’t you? Go on then, take what you want. And make it good for me.”
You lifted your lower body slightly, before sliding back down on his cock. Now that he wasn’t helping you, it was way harder than earlier. You struggled to make him fit for a moment.
You whimpered and he groaned once he fit snug inside of you again. The tip of his cock reaching sensitive places you never knew existed. And suddenly, you never wanted to be empty ever again. You wanted to stay there forever on his lap.
“That’s good, baby.” Bucky murmured, caressing your thigh. “Fuck.” He swore. “With a cunt that good you could get whatever you want out of me.” He chuckled to himself, “I’ll fucking write your article myself.”
You looked right at him as you began riding his cock as best as you could before you finally found the right pace and rhythm. His words gave you the confidence you needed to move faster, impaling yourself down on his cock each time, whimpering shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely with each thrust.
“That’s it. Take it, take all of me in that tight, perfect little cunt…” He whispered as he leaned in, biting down and tugging at your bottom lip while you sped up, his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up.
His hand circled around your waist, his muscular arms caging you in and he pulled your warm body closer to his. You were nothing but a moaning mess at this point.
“This is all you wanted, wasn’t it?” He asked breathlessly, teasing you while you rode him. “All those months of endless calls and emails, research, and this is all you wanted. I know that look in your eyes, that pleading look, those fuck-me eyes. This is how you wanna be treated, huh? Like a dirty little whore all for me to use?”
Even his taunts were hot.
You bounced on his cock moaning and whining, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his ocean blue eyes. Guess you hadn’t been that subtle after all.
Bucky held you at your waist and rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock, throwing his head back and growling in pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good, baby…” He tried to contain his grunts, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna need this all the time now. And you’ll give it to me, won’t you? You’ll be daddy’s good girl and every time I ask you to bring this cunt over so I can fuck it, or taste it, or both, you’ll do it won’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” You whined, nodding helplessly. “Yes, I will.”
He chuckled, kissing down your neck and whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him. He panted against your skin, kissing you all over, “All mine now, you hear me? All fucking mine.”
“Yes…”
You didn’t slow down when you felt your orgasm wash over you, and Bucky kept thrusting his hips up into you even as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone, all that pressure exploding in a hot, satisfying way.
Bucky came right after you, pulling out just in time, his cum spilling all over your thighs as he kept his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to his.
“I think we should have more meetings like this. To discuss your article, of course.”
You nodded. And you knew, deep down, no matter the excuse you would keep coming back. Whenever he wanted you to.
Summary: Bucky had never met someone quite as relentless as you. You’d been after him for months, always demanding answers for some thing you were writing on whatever topic. He didn’t care about specifics. Bucky had never seen you but he did turn you down each time on the phone. After all, he was a busy man. He didn’t have time for some random reporter or her random article. And you knew he would never give you the time of day if you just keep asking politely. So you played by his rules – laid a harmless little trap and waited until he fell in it perfectly. Oblivious, unguarded, and unsuspecting. Or was he…?
Themes: smut, explicit language, mob!bucky, reporter!reader, mild degrading kink, praise kink, soft!dom!bucky, spicy photography (??? idk how to tag it), bucky’s a bit of a dick in this lowkey but we love him, mild daddy kink
Was it wrong of you to con your way into one of his clubs, pretending to be one of his girls, all just to get answers you needed out of him for an article you were writing?
Maybe.
But his world was full of cons, thieves, liars, criminals and bad, bad people. Your little lies, and cunning little plan was nothing compared to what he did.
Bucky Barnes. Who didn’t know him? He was everything. A terrible man to some. A benevolent anti-hero to others. He gave back to the people, he protected his territory and all those living within it. He was ruthless to his enemies. But most of all, Bucky Barnes was untouchable.
Well. Untouchable to most.
To you, as you sat on his lap, he wasn’t. In fact, to play your part well and make it as believable as you could, you couldn’t stop touching him all over. His neck, down the bit of skin on his chest that was left exposed by his undone top buttons, up and down his arms where you could feel the muscles beneath the fabric of his black shirt, down his torso and stopping right at the buckle of his ridiculously expensive belt.
Bucky, as you had planned, mistook you for just another one of the many girls at his club who was desperate for the boss’ attention. And all it took was a coy look, and a shy smile earlier that evening and Bucky folded.
Typical. Men, no matter how powerful, were always so easy. You kept your smirk to yourself, partially hiding your face into the crook of his neck as you breathed in his scent. Bucky’s metal hand drew mindless shapes all over your exposed thigh while he answered a work related phone call. Your hands roamed all over him too, but you held on to every word he spoke. You’d need it after all, for your article.
So far you had gathered that he was sort of stressed out over some shipment. You didn’t know what it was yet, or where it was coming from. And the unanswered questions were killing you.
When he finally ended the phone call, you couldn’t help but ask, “What’s stressing you out so much?” You kept your voice steady, making sure to sound barely interested at all. Which was hard because nothing professional had ever required this much acting before. But also, his touch was distracting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have goosebumps all over your body each time his metal hand caressed your warm skin.
Bucky sighed. You finally looked up at him. He was a gorgeous man. Terrible he might be, but Bucky Barnes was as beautiful as an angel. The pictures they posted of him online, or on the news, didn't do him justice. He was so… perfect.
Even his beauty was distracting. But you forced yourself to pay attention the moment he began talking.
“Just… work.” He groaned, his hands pulling you closer, placing you right on top of his crotch. “You know how it is sometimes.” He looked at you with those cool, gentle, but deep blue eyes. “Don’t you, pretty girl? Hmm?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you curiously. A simple movement. It shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat like it did.
“Mhmm.” You traced a finger down his cheek as a distraction. “Something about some shipment I overheard. What’s that about?” You ran your fingertip along his lower lip mindlessly.
Bucky smirked. “Some people are being difficult, doll. They’re refusing to give me what I paid for well in advance.” His hands grabbed you by the thighs, pressing you further into him. “Can’t have that now, can we?”
You smiled, unconsciously leaning into him a little more. “No.” You answered, leaning further in and brushing the tip of your nose with his. “But like, what shipment are we talking about? Weapons and stuff? Where is it coming from?”
You tried your hardest to sound dumb and uninterested, but you weren’t convincing enough apparently.
Because Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, making sure there was no escape, and chuckled.
Your body froze as he spoke, his lips dangerously close to yours, “You know, you’re not as subtle as you’re desperately trying to be.” He whispered. “Did you think I didn’t figure who you were the moment I saw you in my club, little miss reporter?” Bucky laughed.
Shit.
You gasped when the shock wore off. You tried to get off his lap but he didn’t let you.
“Ah. Don’t you dare run.” He warned, staring deep into your eyes as your struggle slowly died down. “Now that you have me exactly where you wanted me, you have nothing to ask?”
Your heart was racing. But then again, if he wanted you dead you’d be dead already.
Fine. No running.
“Why did you play along?” You asked, mentally trying to find the quickest way out. If needed.
He smirked again. “You looked so adorable trying to blend in here.” He leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Like an eager little puppy, trying to get my attention.” He pulled away to watch your reaction. He liked how you squirmed in embarrassment. Right on top of his crotch too. “Keep moving like that, and you might just get what you came for.”
“What?” Another soft gasp escaped your mouth. “I didn’t–”
“Really?” He cut you off. “You don’t want anything? Is that why you wore a matching set under this very see-through dress to come and see me? Hmm?” He looked so smug. Pure male arrogance.
It should’ve pissed you off. But it didn’t. It suited him so well, all that arrogance as he sat there manspreading on the couch in his dimly lit office, with you barely clothed on his lap.
You squirmed again, trying to get out of his ridiculously warm and comfortable embrace. “I’ll go.” You said. “I won’t bother you anymore.”
Bucky chuckled. “Oh no we can’t have that. It took so much work to get here. Tricked my guards, made friends with the girls who work here, you worked so fucking hard to get my attention. Now you wanna leave? Absolutely not.”
“Well–,” You began arguing, then you stopped upon realising that this wasn’t a regular man. He was actually a very dangerous criminal. He could have you killed, and buried with no trace left behind if he wanted to. “Please.”
He must’ve picked up on it. Judging by the way your body tensed up. “I won’t hurt you.” He said, letting his warm hand drop to your exposed thigh. He caressed your skin. “Don’t be scared.” Then he looked down and smirked. “And if you would stop grinding on me maybe we could talk about that little article you’re writing.”
Damn it.
You tried to pull away again, but Bucky caught you just in time. “Come on, doll.” He was having too much fun. You could tell. “Be a good girl and sit still. I won’t hurt you.”
You remained still. Just as he asked.
“Now,” He sighed, “Can we talk? Hmm? Wanna tell me what you’re working on?” His fingers didn’t stop caressing your skin. And his touch felt… oddly calming in a way that only familiar touches feel. Seeing you weren’t answering, he added, “Come on, baby. Talk to me.”
And that low, deep voice of his made you tremble.
“I… I need that article.” You sighed, “I want to be taken more seriously. At work. I mean, I want my articles to be taken more seriously.” You blinked, trying your hardest to make sense. “And you, well, nobody dares to write in depth about you or what you truly do, so…” You took a deep breath. “I figured if I do, then maybe it would be– that maybe I would be noticed.” You kept your head lowered, unable to understand how you managed to get that real and vulnerable around him.
He was a stranger.
Or, maybe not. You’d been researching him for months now. Maybe your brain got so used to him that opening up was no big deal. Perhaps it was also because you realised he wasn’t gonna hurt you. Either way you surprised yourself by being truly honest.
Bucky was quiet. Maybe thinking. After a long pause he asked, “Are you lying?”
You looked up immediately, finding yourself staring into glacier eyes. “No. Why would I lie?”
His metal slowly travelled up your body, from your thigh, up your torso, until he slowly wrapped his fingers around your throat. It was supposed to be a menacing move, threatening. But it wasn’t. It was just as grounding, mind-melting, and intense as his stare.
“If I find out you’re lying, or you’re some kind of spy sent to me in a pretty little package… baby, I’m not gonna be so nice. You hear me?”
You nodded, suddenly under a trance. “I’m not lying. Look, I get it. I shouldn’t have done this. I’ll go, I promise. You’ll never hear from me or see me ever again.”
Bucky faked a pout. Almost like he was mocking you. “Now, when did I say I wanted you gone? Huh?” His pout slowly turned into that feline smirk he always had in most of his pictures in the tabloids or in the newspapers. “I think I know why you’re here. And it has almost nothing to do with your article.”
Huh. That caught your attention. “What do you mean?”
“I think you’re here for answers.” He stated, like he was having the most casual conversation with someone. “But not for your writing. I think you’re here for yourself. Because you’re curious. Because you secretly like my world.”
“I… I do not.” You were quick to say. Sounding almost offended.
Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, again in that mocking manner. “Oh? So all those months of stalking me was for what? You want me to believe it was for some random article?” He scoffed. “You could’ve written whatever you wanted, people would’ve believed it like they do everything else in the news. But why the thorough research, huh? Why the scheming and pretending? Why take such a huge risk?”
His metal hand unwrapped itself from around your throat, and he slid it so easily in between your bodies, cupping you down there, letting his fingers press against your throbbing clit. You gasped in surprise, but you didn’t move an inch to get away.
Bucky’s smirk grew. “You see.” He moved his fingers gently, teasing you through your thin lingerie. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me.”
Your heartbeats quickened when he easily slid your underwear to the side and touched you properly with slow teasing strokes. Cold metal fingers against your heated skin. “That’s not…” You held back a moan, “True.”
Bucky was having too much fun watching you gasp, and trying your hardest to not moan, or to not grind against his fingers. He didn’t remember the last time he had such genuine desire to make a girl lose control. Usually the women he slept with did everything they could to please him. It was almost never the other way around.
But you… oh. This was going to be a fun night, he thought.
“Are you going to write about this?” He asked, gently sliding a finger inside you. He loved how you trembled. “Hmm?” He leaned closer, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he slid another finger in, slowly fucking you with them. “Are you going to write about how good my fingers feel inside you?”
Your hands instinctively found their way around his neck, you held onto him as he touched you like he had all the time in the world to play with your body and earn your reactions. And you simply let him.
“Look at you.” He taunted, noticing the little movements you did with your hips in desperation. “You really did your best to try and blend in, huh? You even got this little see-through number on.” He chuckled. “But the expensive lingerie under it gives you away, baby. Girls in this part of the city don’t wear nice things like this.”
That comment made you mad for some reason. You found yourself frowning at him and asking, “How the– fuck, oh my god,” You cried out when he slid his fingers deeper, “How the hell do you know if it’s expensive lingerie or not?”
He gave you a smug, boyish grin. “I’ve taken enough off to know.”
You gasped, both in pleasure and disbelief. “You’re disgusting.” You managed to whisper.
He laughed. “And look at you, loving it.”
You opened your mouth to sass back, but he shut you up by abruptly sliding his fingers out of you and shoving them into your open mouth. You barely registered as it happened. Your brain only caught up when he began talking again.
“Do you feel disgusting now?” He asked, his voice as triumphant as always. “Have I spoiled you? Hmm? Did my touch make you dirty?” He kept his eyes on yours, knowing damn well your pussy was begging for his touch.
Hell, you would’ve begged him if he didn’t have his fingers into your mouth.
“You don’t belong in my world.” He stated, moving his fingers gently along your tongue. “You’re too… clean. Too tidy and nice.” He said it like it was an insult. “But you want it, don’t you? To belong? Here?”
You kept that soft suction on his fingers as you nodded.
He smiled. A genuine, proud smile. “Yeah? You want daddy to make you one of his girls?”
You nodded again, this time whimpering as he pulled his fingers back and out of your mouth. Leaving you empty and throbbing and fucking desperate.
“Now, be daddy’s good girl and take all that off.”
You moved immediately, delirious with anticipation and pleasure. And within the next few seconds, you were off the couch, off his lap, and stripping. You didn’t bother to put on a show either. Bucky preferred that. The whole performative stripping was getting boring.
Once done, he guided you back over on his lap. “Good girl.” He murmured, looking up at you with those blue gorgeous eyes. His hands continued exploring your body, now bare. And he was shameless. Touching everything, everywhere. His hands, warm and cold all over your body.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispered along your collar bones, kissing and licking your skin. “And you smell so fucking good.” You inched closer to him, rubbing your crotch against his clothed but erected cock, making yourself gasp and moan.
Bucky just chuckled at your impatience.
“I should be kicking you out.” He said. “I should have a couple of my guys keep an eye on you and make sure you never bother me again. But I can’t.” He tightened his grip on your waist just a little and pulled you closer to him, nuzzling your neck again. “How can I when you look so fucking good and fit so perfectly on my lap?”
You couldn’t help but whisper, “Please…”
“Please what?” He smirked against your skin. “What do you want, baby?” He wrapped his arms around you, grounding you on his clothed cock in the process, “My fingers again?” He reached up to grab the back of your neck, tilting your head back so he could kiss and whisper against your skin, “Or my cock?”
Would it be wrong to admit that you wanted him? Desperately. Shamelessly. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted his warm, muscular body pressed up against you while he fucked the brains out of you.
“Your cock, please.” You begged, gasping for breath already as he playfully bit your throat. You didn’t remember the last time a man had you this hot and bothered.
He chuckled, letting his hand rest at your butt, bringing your body closer to his. “Well then you have to work for it, doll.” He said, amused. “I love a woman who goes for what she wants.” He confessed. “You worked so hard to get here, didn’t you? Well go on then, work some more. Take my cock out and put it in you.” He said, then leaned back to watch you.
He was so fucking mean. It only turned you on even more.
Now what? He’s just gonna sit there and watch. How borderline humiliating. Damn him.
But you were needy enough that you didn’t have time for shame.
Bucky carefully watched each one of your moves. The desperation in your eyes, how your eager, trembling hands rapidly undid his pants to free his throbbing cock. He smirked, radiating pure male confidence when he caught the way you whimpered under your breath at the sight of him.
You lifted your eyes up, staring into his as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking his veiny cock, making him groan under his breath. “I said put it inside you, doll.”
You whimpered helplessly as you did, lifting your body off of his lap and aligning the tip of his cock to your hole and then slowly, slowly sinking down on him. You moaned, watching his cock disappear inside of you. Filling you up.
“Come here,” He growled once he was nice and deep inside your warm, wet hole. Grabbing you by the throat, Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you hungrily. Growling into your mouth about how good it felt to be inside you, “Good job. Look how pretty you look, filled with my cock. Do you realise how pretty you look?”
You said nothing back. You just focused on breathing and feeling.
“Come on,” Bucky struggled to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to just fuck. But he needed to tease you a little more. “Don’t you wanna remember this? For when you write your article, huh? Give me your phone.”
That part confused you. “What?” You cried out.
Bucky chuckled. “Where’s your phone, huh?” He looked around, and it was discarded and long forgotten in a corner of the couch. He reached for it and immediately opened your camera. “I want you to remember every detail. It might help with your writing.” He angled the camera down, neither of your faces visible but your bodies… oh it was a sight.
Your body pressed up against his. Him fully clothed but you were completely naked, with his cock buried deep inside you. You whimpered and hid your face into his neck as Bucky clicked multiple pics.
“Aww, what? Now you’re shy?” He taunted. “What about when you had plans to seduce me and get info out of me earlier, huh? You didn’t seem so shy when you basically threw yourself at me.”
You melted, immediately grinding your hips against his, desperate for some friction. For any kind of movement. Just needy.
“Please…”
He tossed your phone aside carelessly. His hands grabbed you by the hips as he carefully helped you lift your lower body up and then slowly, lowering you down his cock again.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” He sounded different. Rougher.
You nodded, looking down to see where your bodies connected and the sight of it, of his cock stretching you out was just sinful.
“You feel perfect, you know that?” Bucky grabbed and held your hips in place, gently thrusting his hips up, making you moan as he filled you up, “Just a perfect girl for me, aren’t you?”
Bucky leaned in to kiss your open mouth. His kiss was punishing, while he moved your body gently, rocking you back and forth on his cock to get you to get used to the girth of him. His cock throbbed against your walls, causing the tiniest bit of friction which drove you insane and turned you into a teary, mumbling mess.
“Please, please, please…” You pleaded.
“Aww baby, what is it? Is it too much? Hmm?” He teased, placing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it slowly while still moving your hips back and forth. “But isn’t this what you wanted? When you dragged me all the way here earlier, whispering dirty secrets in my ear… wasn’t this what you had in mind?”
You looked into his eyes with your teary ones.
Bucky smirked, “Poor baby, so hungry for cock. Isn’t she?” He let go of your hips, no longer helping you to move. “You were willing to fuck me and get what you wanted out of me for the sake of your little article, weren’t you? Go on then, take what you want. And make it good for me.”
You lifted your lower body slightly, before sliding back down on his cock. Now that he wasn’t helping you, it was way harder than earlier. You struggled to make him fit for a moment.
You whimpered and he groaned once he fit snug inside of you again. The tip of his cock reaching sensitive places you never knew existed. And suddenly, you never wanted to be empty ever again. You wanted to stay there forever on his lap.
“That’s good, baby.” Bucky murmured, caressing your thigh. “Fuck.” He swore. “With a cunt that good you could get whatever you want out of me.” He chuckled to himself, “I’ll fucking write your article myself.”
You looked right at him as you began riding his cock as best as you could before you finally found the right pace and rhythm. His words gave you the confidence you needed to move faster, impaling yourself down on his cock each time, whimpering shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely with each thrust.
“That’s it. Take it, take all of me in that tight, perfect little cunt…” He whispered as he leaned in, biting down and tugging at your bottom lip while you sped up, his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up.
His hand circled around your waist, his muscular arms caging you in and he pulled your warm body closer to his. You were nothing but a moaning mess at this point.
“This is all you wanted, wasn’t it?” He asked breathlessly, teasing you while you rode him. “All those months of endless calls and emails, research, and this is all you wanted. I know that look in your eyes, that pleading look, those fuck-me eyes. This is how you wanna be treated, huh? Like a dirty little whore all for me to use?”
Even his taunts were hot.
You bounced on his cock moaning and whining, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his ocean blue eyes. Guess you hadn’t been that subtle after all.
Bucky held you at your waist and rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock, throwing his head back and growling in pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good, baby…” He tried to contain his grunts, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna need this all the time now. And you’ll give it to me, won’t you? You’ll be daddy’s good girl and every time I ask you to bring this cunt over so I can fuck it, or taste it, or both, you’ll do it won’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” You whined, nodding helplessly. “Yes, I will.”
He chuckled, kissing down your neck and whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him. He panted against your skin, kissing you all over, “All mine now, you hear me? All fucking mine.”
“Yes…”
You didn’t slow down when you felt your orgasm wash over you, and Bucky kept thrusting his hips up into you even as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone, all that pressure exploding in a hot, satisfying way.
Bucky came right after you, pulling out just in time, his cum spilling all over your thighs as he kept his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to his.
“I think we should have more meetings like this. To discuss your article, of course.”
You nodded. And you knew, deep down, no matter the excuse you would keep coming back. Whenever he wanted you to.
Saw someone say they think the person in the foreground of this shot is Steve and if it is it makes the poses and expressions on Sam + Bucky's faces so much funnier.
Summary: Bucky had never met someone quite as relentless as you. You’d been after him for months, always demanding answers for some thing you were writing on whatever topic. He didn’t care about specifics. Bucky had never seen you but he did turn you down each time on the phone. After all, he was a busy man. He didn’t have time for some random reporter or her random article. And you knew he would never give you the time of day if you just keep asking politely. So you played by his rules – laid a harmless little trap and waited until he fell in it perfectly. Oblivious, unguarded, and unsuspecting. Or was he…?
Themes: smut, explicit language, mob!bucky, reporter!reader, mild degrading kink, praise kink, soft!dom!bucky, spicy photography (??? idk how to tag it), bucky’s a bit of a dick in this lowkey but we love him, mild daddy kink
Was it wrong of you to con your way into one of his clubs, pretending to be one of his girls, all just to get answers you needed out of him for an article you were writing?
Maybe.
But his world was full of cons, thieves, liars, criminals and bad, bad people. Your little lies, and cunning little plan was nothing compared to what he did.
Bucky Barnes. Who didn’t know him? He was everything. A terrible man to some. A benevolent anti-hero to others. He gave back to the people, he protected his territory and all those living within it. He was ruthless to his enemies. But most of all, Bucky Barnes was untouchable.
Well. Untouchable to most.
To you, as you sat on his lap, he wasn’t. In fact, to play your part well and make it as believable as you could, you couldn’t stop touching him all over. His neck, down the bit of skin on his chest that was left exposed by his undone top buttons, up and down his arms where you could feel the muscles beneath the fabric of his black shirt, down his torso and stopping right at the buckle of his ridiculously expensive belt.
Bucky, as you had planned, mistook you for just another one of the many girls at his club who was desperate for the boss’ attention. And all it took was a coy look, and a shy smile earlier that evening and Bucky folded.
Typical. Men, no matter how powerful, were always so easy. You kept your smirk to yourself, partially hiding your face into the crook of his neck as you breathed in his scent. Bucky’s metal hand drew mindless shapes all over your exposed thigh while he answered a work related phone call. Your hands roamed all over him too, but you held on to every word he spoke. You’d need it after all, for your article.
So far you had gathered that he was sort of stressed out over some shipment. You didn’t know what it was yet, or where it was coming from. And the unanswered questions were killing you.
When he finally ended the phone call, you couldn’t help but ask, “What’s stressing you out so much?” You kept your voice steady, making sure to sound barely interested at all. Which was hard because nothing professional had ever required this much acting before. But also, his touch was distracting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have goosebumps all over your body each time his metal hand caressed your warm skin.
Bucky sighed. You finally looked up at him. He was a gorgeous man. Terrible he might be, but Bucky Barnes was as beautiful as an angel. The pictures they posted of him online, or on the news, didn't do him justice. He was so… perfect.
Even his beauty was distracting. But you forced yourself to pay attention the moment he began talking.
“Just… work.” He groaned, his hands pulling you closer, placing you right on top of his crotch. “You know how it is sometimes.” He looked at you with those cool, gentle, but deep blue eyes. “Don’t you, pretty girl? Hmm?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you curiously. A simple movement. It shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat like it did.
“Mhmm.” You traced a finger down his cheek as a distraction. “Something about some shipment I overheard. What’s that about?” You ran your fingertip along his lower lip mindlessly.
Bucky smirked. “Some people are being difficult, doll. They’re refusing to give me what I paid for well in advance.” His hands grabbed you by the thighs, pressing you further into him. “Can’t have that now, can we?”
You smiled, unconsciously leaning into him a little more. “No.” You answered, leaning further in and brushing the tip of your nose with his. “But like, what shipment are we talking about? Weapons and stuff? Where is it coming from?”
You tried your hardest to sound dumb and uninterested, but you weren’t convincing enough apparently.
Because Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, making sure there was no escape, and chuckled.
Your body froze as he spoke, his lips dangerously close to yours, “You know, you’re not as subtle as you’re desperately trying to be.” He whispered. “Did you think I didn’t figure who you were the moment I saw you in my club, little miss reporter?” Bucky laughed.
Shit.
You gasped when the shock wore off. You tried to get off his lap but he didn’t let you.
“Ah. Don’t you dare run.” He warned, staring deep into your eyes as your struggle slowly died down. “Now that you have me exactly where you wanted me, you have nothing to ask?”
Your heart was racing. But then again, if he wanted you dead you’d be dead already.
Fine. No running.
“Why did you play along?” You asked, mentally trying to find the quickest way out. If needed.
He smirked again. “You looked so adorable trying to blend in here.” He leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Like an eager little puppy, trying to get my attention.” He pulled away to watch your reaction. He liked how you squirmed in embarrassment. Right on top of his crotch too. “Keep moving like that, and you might just get what you came for.”
“What?” Another soft gasp escaped your mouth. “I didn’t–”
“Really?” He cut you off. “You don’t want anything? Is that why you wore a matching set under this very see-through dress to come and see me? Hmm?” He looked so smug. Pure male arrogance.
It should’ve pissed you off. But it didn’t. It suited him so well, all that arrogance as he sat there manspreading on the couch in his dimly lit office, with you barely clothed on his lap.
You squirmed again, trying to get out of his ridiculously warm and comfortable embrace. “I’ll go.” You said. “I won’t bother you anymore.”
Bucky chuckled. “Oh no we can’t have that. It took so much work to get here. Tricked my guards, made friends with the girls who work here, you worked so fucking hard to get my attention. Now you wanna leave? Absolutely not.”
“Well–,” You began arguing, then you stopped upon realising that this wasn’t a regular man. He was actually a very dangerous criminal. He could have you killed, and buried with no trace left behind if he wanted to. “Please.”
He must’ve picked up on it. Judging by the way your body tensed up. “I won’t hurt you.” He said, letting his warm hand drop to your exposed thigh. He caressed your skin. “Don’t be scared.” Then he looked down and smirked. “And if you would stop grinding on me maybe we could talk about that little article you’re writing.”
Damn it.
You tried to pull away again, but Bucky caught you just in time. “Come on, doll.” He was having too much fun. You could tell. “Be a good girl and sit still. I won’t hurt you.”
You remained still. Just as he asked.
“Now,” He sighed, “Can we talk? Hmm? Wanna tell me what you’re working on?” His fingers didn’t stop caressing your skin. And his touch felt… oddly calming in a way that only familiar touches feel. Seeing you weren’t answering, he added, “Come on, baby. Talk to me.”
And that low, deep voice of his made you tremble.
“I… I need that article.” You sighed, “I want to be taken more seriously. At work. I mean, I want my articles to be taken more seriously.” You blinked, trying your hardest to make sense. “And you, well, nobody dares to write in depth about you or what you truly do, so…” You took a deep breath. “I figured if I do, then maybe it would be– that maybe I would be noticed.” You kept your head lowered, unable to understand how you managed to get that real and vulnerable around him.
He was a stranger.
Or, maybe not. You’d been researching him for months now. Maybe your brain got so used to him that opening up was no big deal. Perhaps it was also because you realised he wasn’t gonna hurt you. Either way you surprised yourself by being truly honest.
Bucky was quiet. Maybe thinking. After a long pause he asked, “Are you lying?”
You looked up immediately, finding yourself staring into glacier eyes. “No. Why would I lie?”
His metal slowly travelled up your body, from your thigh, up your torso, until he slowly wrapped his fingers around your throat. It was supposed to be a menacing move, threatening. But it wasn’t. It was just as grounding, mind-melting, and intense as his stare.
“If I find out you’re lying, or you’re some kind of spy sent to me in a pretty little package… baby, I’m not gonna be so nice. You hear me?”
You nodded, suddenly under a trance. “I’m not lying. Look, I get it. I shouldn’t have done this. I’ll go, I promise. You’ll never hear from me or see me ever again.”
Bucky faked a pout. Almost like he was mocking you. “Now, when did I say I wanted you gone? Huh?” His pout slowly turned into that feline smirk he always had in most of his pictures in the tabloids or in the newspapers. “I think I know why you’re here. And it has almost nothing to do with your article.”
Huh. That caught your attention. “What do you mean?”
“I think you’re here for answers.” He stated, like he was having the most casual conversation with someone. “But not for your writing. I think you’re here for yourself. Because you’re curious. Because you secretly like my world.”
“I… I do not.” You were quick to say. Sounding almost offended.
Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, again in that mocking manner. “Oh? So all those months of stalking me was for what? You want me to believe it was for some random article?” He scoffed. “You could’ve written whatever you wanted, people would’ve believed it like they do everything else in the news. But why the thorough research, huh? Why the scheming and pretending? Why take such a huge risk?”
His metal hand unwrapped itself from around your throat, and he slid it so easily in between your bodies, cupping you down there, letting his fingers press against your throbbing clit. You gasped in surprise, but you didn’t move an inch to get away.
Bucky’s smirk grew. “You see.” He moved his fingers gently, teasing you through your thin lingerie. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me.”
Your heartbeats quickened when he easily slid your underwear to the side and touched you properly with slow teasing strokes. Cold metal fingers against your heated skin. “That’s not…” You held back a moan, “True.”
Bucky was having too much fun watching you gasp, and trying your hardest to not moan, or to not grind against his fingers. He didn’t remember the last time he had such genuine desire to make a girl lose control. Usually the women he slept with did everything they could to please him. It was almost never the other way around.
But you… oh. This was going to be a fun night, he thought.
“Are you going to write about this?” He asked, gently sliding a finger inside you. He loved how you trembled. “Hmm?” He leaned closer, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he slid another finger in, slowly fucking you with them. “Are you going to write about how good my fingers feel inside you?”
Your hands instinctively found their way around his neck, you held onto him as he touched you like he had all the time in the world to play with your body and earn your reactions. And you simply let him.
“Look at you.” He taunted, noticing the little movements you did with your hips in desperation. “You really did your best to try and blend in, huh? You even got this little see-through number on.” He chuckled. “But the expensive lingerie under it gives you away, baby. Girls in this part of the city don’t wear nice things like this.”
That comment made you mad for some reason. You found yourself frowning at him and asking, “How the– fuck, oh my god,” You cried out when he slid his fingers deeper, “How the hell do you know if it’s expensive lingerie or not?”
He gave you a smug, boyish grin. “I’ve taken enough off to know.”
You gasped, both in pleasure and disbelief. “You’re disgusting.” You managed to whisper.
He laughed. “And look at you, loving it.”
You opened your mouth to sass back, but he shut you up by abruptly sliding his fingers out of you and shoving them into your open mouth. You barely registered as it happened. Your brain only caught up when he began talking again.
“Do you feel disgusting now?” He asked, his voice as triumphant as always. “Have I spoiled you? Hmm? Did my touch make you dirty?” He kept his eyes on yours, knowing damn well your pussy was begging for his touch.
Hell, you would’ve begged him if he didn’t have his fingers into your mouth.
“You don’t belong in my world.” He stated, moving his fingers gently along your tongue. “You’re too… clean. Too tidy and nice.” He said it like it was an insult. “But you want it, don’t you? To belong? Here?”
You kept that soft suction on his fingers as you nodded.
He smiled. A genuine, proud smile. “Yeah? You want daddy to make you one of his girls?”
You nodded again, this time whimpering as he pulled his fingers back and out of your mouth. Leaving you empty and throbbing and fucking desperate.
“Now, be daddy’s good girl and take all that off.”
You moved immediately, delirious with anticipation and pleasure. And within the next few seconds, you were off the couch, off his lap, and stripping. You didn’t bother to put on a show either. Bucky preferred that. The whole performative stripping was getting boring.
Once done, he guided you back over on his lap. “Good girl.” He murmured, looking up at you with those blue gorgeous eyes. His hands continued exploring your body, now bare. And he was shameless. Touching everything, everywhere. His hands, warm and cold all over your body.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispered along your collar bones, kissing and licking your skin. “And you smell so fucking good.” You inched closer to him, rubbing your crotch against his clothed but erected cock, making yourself gasp and moan.
Bucky just chuckled at your impatience.
“I should be kicking you out.” He said. “I should have a couple of my guys keep an eye on you and make sure you never bother me again. But I can’t.” He tightened his grip on your waist just a little and pulled you closer to him, nuzzling your neck again. “How can I when you look so fucking good and fit so perfectly on my lap?”
You couldn’t help but whisper, “Please…”
“Please what?” He smirked against your skin. “What do you want, baby?” He wrapped his arms around you, grounding you on his clothed cock in the process, “My fingers again?” He reached up to grab the back of your neck, tilting your head back so he could kiss and whisper against your skin, “Or my cock?”
Would it be wrong to admit that you wanted him? Desperately. Shamelessly. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted his warm, muscular body pressed up against you while he fucked the brains out of you.
“Your cock, please.” You begged, gasping for breath already as he playfully bit your throat. You didn’t remember the last time a man had you this hot and bothered.
He chuckled, letting his hand rest at your butt, bringing your body closer to his. “Well then you have to work for it, doll.” He said, amused. “I love a woman who goes for what she wants.” He confessed. “You worked so hard to get here, didn’t you? Well go on then, work some more. Take my cock out and put it in you.” He said, then leaned back to watch you.
He was so fucking mean. It only turned you on even more.
Now what? He’s just gonna sit there and watch. How borderline humiliating. Damn him.
But you were needy enough that you didn’t have time for shame.
Bucky carefully watched each one of your moves. The desperation in your eyes, how your eager, trembling hands rapidly undid his pants to free his throbbing cock. He smirked, radiating pure male confidence when he caught the way you whimpered under your breath at the sight of him.
You lifted your eyes up, staring into his as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking his veiny cock, making him groan under his breath. “I said put it inside you, doll.”
You whimpered helplessly as you did, lifting your body off of his lap and aligning the tip of his cock to your hole and then slowly, slowly sinking down on him. You moaned, watching his cock disappear inside of you. Filling you up.
“Come here,” He growled once he was nice and deep inside your warm, wet hole. Grabbing you by the throat, Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you hungrily. Growling into your mouth about how good it felt to be inside you, “Good job. Look how pretty you look, filled with my cock. Do you realise how pretty you look?”
You said nothing back. You just focused on breathing and feeling.
“Come on,” Bucky struggled to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to just fuck. But he needed to tease you a little more. “Don’t you wanna remember this? For when you write your article, huh? Give me your phone.”
That part confused you. “What?” You cried out.
Bucky chuckled. “Where’s your phone, huh?” He looked around, and it was discarded and long forgotten in a corner of the couch. He reached for it and immediately opened your camera. “I want you to remember every detail. It might help with your writing.” He angled the camera down, neither of your faces visible but your bodies… oh it was a sight.
Your body pressed up against his. Him fully clothed but you were completely naked, with his cock buried deep inside you. You whimpered and hid your face into his neck as Bucky clicked multiple pics.
“Aww, what? Now you’re shy?” He taunted. “What about when you had plans to seduce me and get info out of me earlier, huh? You didn’t seem so shy when you basically threw yourself at me.”
You melted, immediately grinding your hips against his, desperate for some friction. For any kind of movement. Just needy.
“Please…”
He tossed your phone aside carelessly. His hands grabbed you by the hips as he carefully helped you lift your lower body up and then slowly, lowering you down his cock again.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” He sounded different. Rougher.
You nodded, looking down to see where your bodies connected and the sight of it, of his cock stretching you out was just sinful.
“You feel perfect, you know that?” Bucky grabbed and held your hips in place, gently thrusting his hips up, making you moan as he filled you up, “Just a perfect girl for me, aren’t you?”
Bucky leaned in to kiss your open mouth. His kiss was punishing, while he moved your body gently, rocking you back and forth on his cock to get you to get used to the girth of him. His cock throbbed against your walls, causing the tiniest bit of friction which drove you insane and turned you into a teary, mumbling mess.
“Please, please, please…” You pleaded.
“Aww baby, what is it? Is it too much? Hmm?” He teased, placing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it slowly while still moving your hips back and forth. “But isn’t this what you wanted? When you dragged me all the way here earlier, whispering dirty secrets in my ear… wasn’t this what you had in mind?”
You looked into his eyes with your teary ones.
Bucky smirked, “Poor baby, so hungry for cock. Isn’t she?” He let go of your hips, no longer helping you to move. “You were willing to fuck me and get what you wanted out of me for the sake of your little article, weren’t you? Go on then, take what you want. And make it good for me.”
You lifted your lower body slightly, before sliding back down on his cock. Now that he wasn’t helping you, it was way harder than earlier. You struggled to make him fit for a moment.
You whimpered and he groaned once he fit snug inside of you again. The tip of his cock reaching sensitive places you never knew existed. And suddenly, you never wanted to be empty ever again. You wanted to stay there forever on his lap.
“That’s good, baby.” Bucky murmured, caressing your thigh. “Fuck.” He swore. “With a cunt that good you could get whatever you want out of me.” He chuckled to himself, “I’ll fucking write your article myself.”
You looked right at him as you began riding his cock as best as you could before you finally found the right pace and rhythm. His words gave you the confidence you needed to move faster, impaling yourself down on his cock each time, whimpering shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely with each thrust.
“That’s it. Take it, take all of me in that tight, perfect little cunt…” He whispered as he leaned in, biting down and tugging at your bottom lip while you sped up, his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up.
His hand circled around your waist, his muscular arms caging you in and he pulled your warm body closer to his. You were nothing but a moaning mess at this point.
“This is all you wanted, wasn’t it?” He asked breathlessly, teasing you while you rode him. “All those months of endless calls and emails, research, and this is all you wanted. I know that look in your eyes, that pleading look, those fuck-me eyes. This is how you wanna be treated, huh? Like a dirty little whore all for me to use?”
Even his taunts were hot.
You bounced on his cock moaning and whining, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his ocean blue eyes. Guess you hadn’t been that subtle after all.
Bucky held you at your waist and rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock, throwing his head back and growling in pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good, baby…” He tried to contain his grunts, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna need this all the time now. And you’ll give it to me, won’t you? You’ll be daddy’s good girl and every time I ask you to bring this cunt over so I can fuck it, or taste it, or both, you’ll do it won’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” You whined, nodding helplessly. “Yes, I will.”
He chuckled, kissing down your neck and whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him. He panted against your skin, kissing you all over, “All mine now, you hear me? All fucking mine.”
“Yes…”
You didn’t slow down when you felt your orgasm wash over you, and Bucky kept thrusting his hips up into you even as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone, all that pressure exploding in a hot, satisfying way.
Bucky came right after you, pulling out just in time, his cum spilling all over your thighs as he kept his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to his.
“I think we should have more meetings like this. To discuss your article, of course.”
You nodded. And you knew, deep down, no matter the excuse you would keep coming back. Whenever he wanted you to.
Summary: Bucky had never met someone quite as relentless as you. You’d been after him for months, always demanding answers for some thing you were writing on whatever topic. He didn’t care about specifics. Bucky had never seen you but he did turn you down each time on the phone. After all, he was a busy man. He didn’t have time for some random reporter or her random article. And you knew he would never give you the time of day if you just keep asking politely. So you played by his rules – laid a harmless little trap and waited until he fell in it perfectly. Oblivious, unguarded, and unsuspecting. Or was he…?
Themes: smut, explicit language, mob!bucky, reporter!reader, mild degrading kink, praise kink, soft!dom!bucky, spicy photography (??? idk how to tag it), bucky’s a bit of a dick in this lowkey but we love him, mild daddy kink
Was it wrong of you to con your way into one of his clubs, pretending to be one of his girls, all just to get answers you needed out of him for an article you were writing?
Maybe.
But his world was full of cons, thieves, liars, criminals and bad, bad people. Your little lies, and cunning little plan was nothing compared to what he did.
Bucky Barnes. Who didn’t know him? He was everything. A terrible man to some. A benevolent anti-hero to others. He gave back to the people, he protected his territory and all those living within it. He was ruthless to his enemies. But most of all, Bucky Barnes was untouchable.
Well. Untouchable to most.
To you, as you sat on his lap, he wasn’t. In fact, to play your part well and make it as believable as you could, you couldn’t stop touching him all over. His neck, down the bit of skin on his chest that was left exposed by his undone top buttons, up and down his arms where you could feel the muscles beneath the fabric of his black shirt, down his torso and stopping right at the buckle of his ridiculously expensive belt.
Bucky, as you had planned, mistook you for just another one of the many girls at his club who was desperate for the boss’ attention. And all it took was a coy look, and a shy smile earlier that evening and Bucky folded.
Typical. Men, no matter how powerful, were always so easy. You kept your smirk to yourself, partially hiding your face into the crook of his neck as you breathed in his scent. Bucky’s metal hand drew mindless shapes all over your exposed thigh while he answered a work related phone call. Your hands roamed all over him too, but you held on to every word he spoke. You’d need it after all, for your article.
So far you had gathered that he was sort of stressed out over some shipment. You didn’t know what it was yet, or where it was coming from. And the unanswered questions were killing you.
When he finally ended the phone call, you couldn’t help but ask, “What’s stressing you out so much?” You kept your voice steady, making sure to sound barely interested at all. Which was hard because nothing professional had ever required this much acting before. But also, his touch was distracting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have goosebumps all over your body each time his metal hand caressed your warm skin.
Bucky sighed. You finally looked up at him. He was a gorgeous man. Terrible he might be, but Bucky Barnes was as beautiful as an angel. The pictures they posted of him online, or on the news, didn't do him justice. He was so… perfect.
Even his beauty was distracting. But you forced yourself to pay attention the moment he began talking.
“Just… work.” He groaned, his hands pulling you closer, placing you right on top of his crotch. “You know how it is sometimes.” He looked at you with those cool, gentle, but deep blue eyes. “Don’t you, pretty girl? Hmm?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you curiously. A simple movement. It shouldn’t have made your heart skip a beat like it did.
“Mhmm.” You traced a finger down his cheek as a distraction. “Something about some shipment I overheard. What’s that about?” You ran your fingertip along his lower lip mindlessly.
Bucky smirked. “Some people are being difficult, doll. They’re refusing to give me what I paid for well in advance.” His hands grabbed you by the thighs, pressing you further into him. “Can’t have that now, can we?”
You smiled, unconsciously leaning into him a little more. “No.” You answered, leaning further in and brushing the tip of your nose with his. “But like, what shipment are we talking about? Weapons and stuff? Where is it coming from?”
You tried your hardest to sound dumb and uninterested, but you weren’t convincing enough apparently.
Because Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, making sure there was no escape, and chuckled.
Your body froze as he spoke, his lips dangerously close to yours, “You know, you’re not as subtle as you’re desperately trying to be.” He whispered. “Did you think I didn’t figure who you were the moment I saw you in my club, little miss reporter?” Bucky laughed.
Shit.
You gasped when the shock wore off. You tried to get off his lap but he didn’t let you.
“Ah. Don’t you dare run.” He warned, staring deep into your eyes as your struggle slowly died down. “Now that you have me exactly where you wanted me, you have nothing to ask?”
Your heart was racing. But then again, if he wanted you dead you’d be dead already.
Fine. No running.
“Why did you play along?” You asked, mentally trying to find the quickest way out. If needed.
He smirked again. “You looked so adorable trying to blend in here.” He leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Like an eager little puppy, trying to get my attention.” He pulled away to watch your reaction. He liked how you squirmed in embarrassment. Right on top of his crotch too. “Keep moving like that, and you might just get what you came for.”
“What?” Another soft gasp escaped your mouth. “I didn’t–”
“Really?” He cut you off. “You don’t want anything? Is that why you wore a matching set under this very see-through dress to come and see me? Hmm?” He looked so smug. Pure male arrogance.
It should’ve pissed you off. But it didn’t. It suited him so well, all that arrogance as he sat there manspreading on the couch in his dimly lit office, with you barely clothed on his lap.
You squirmed again, trying to get out of his ridiculously warm and comfortable embrace. “I’ll go.” You said. “I won’t bother you anymore.”
Bucky chuckled. “Oh no we can’t have that. It took so much work to get here. Tricked my guards, made friends with the girls who work here, you worked so fucking hard to get my attention. Now you wanna leave? Absolutely not.”
“Well–,” You began arguing, then you stopped upon realising that this wasn’t a regular man. He was actually a very dangerous criminal. He could have you killed, and buried with no trace left behind if he wanted to. “Please.”
He must’ve picked up on it. Judging by the way your body tensed up. “I won’t hurt you.” He said, letting his warm hand drop to your exposed thigh. He caressed your skin. “Don’t be scared.” Then he looked down and smirked. “And if you would stop grinding on me maybe we could talk about that little article you’re writing.”
Damn it.
You tried to pull away again, but Bucky caught you just in time. “Come on, doll.” He was having too much fun. You could tell. “Be a good girl and sit still. I won’t hurt you.”
You remained still. Just as he asked.
“Now,” He sighed, “Can we talk? Hmm? Wanna tell me what you’re working on?” His fingers didn’t stop caressing your skin. And his touch felt… oddly calming in a way that only familiar touches feel. Seeing you weren’t answering, he added, “Come on, baby. Talk to me.”
And that low, deep voice of his made you tremble.
“I… I need that article.” You sighed, “I want to be taken more seriously. At work. I mean, I want my articles to be taken more seriously.” You blinked, trying your hardest to make sense. “And you, well, nobody dares to write in depth about you or what you truly do, so…” You took a deep breath. “I figured if I do, then maybe it would be– that maybe I would be noticed.” You kept your head lowered, unable to understand how you managed to get that real and vulnerable around him.
He was a stranger.
Or, maybe not. You’d been researching him for months now. Maybe your brain got so used to him that opening up was no big deal. Perhaps it was also because you realised he wasn’t gonna hurt you. Either way you surprised yourself by being truly honest.
Bucky was quiet. Maybe thinking. After a long pause he asked, “Are you lying?”
You looked up immediately, finding yourself staring into glacier eyes. “No. Why would I lie?”
His metal slowly travelled up your body, from your thigh, up your torso, until he slowly wrapped his fingers around your throat. It was supposed to be a menacing move, threatening. But it wasn’t. It was just as grounding, mind-melting, and intense as his stare.
“If I find out you’re lying, or you’re some kind of spy sent to me in a pretty little package… baby, I’m not gonna be so nice. You hear me?”
You nodded, suddenly under a trance. “I’m not lying. Look, I get it. I shouldn’t have done this. I’ll go, I promise. You’ll never hear from me or see me ever again.”
Bucky faked a pout. Almost like he was mocking you. “Now, when did I say I wanted you gone? Huh?” His pout slowly turned into that feline smirk he always had in most of his pictures in the tabloids or in the newspapers. “I think I know why you’re here. And it has almost nothing to do with your article.”
Huh. That caught your attention. “What do you mean?”
“I think you’re here for answers.” He stated, like he was having the most casual conversation with someone. “But not for your writing. I think you’re here for yourself. Because you’re curious. Because you secretly like my world.”
“I… I do not.” You were quick to say. Sounding almost offended.
Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, again in that mocking manner. “Oh? So all those months of stalking me was for what? You want me to believe it was for some random article?” He scoffed. “You could’ve written whatever you wanted, people would’ve believed it like they do everything else in the news. But why the thorough research, huh? Why the scheming and pretending? Why take such a huge risk?”
His metal hand unwrapped itself from around your throat, and he slid it so easily in between your bodies, cupping you down there, letting his fingers press against your throbbing clit. You gasped in surprise, but you didn’t move an inch to get away.
Bucky’s smirk grew. “You see.” He moved his fingers gently, teasing you through your thin lingerie. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me.”
Your heartbeats quickened when he easily slid your underwear to the side and touched you properly with slow teasing strokes. Cold metal fingers against your heated skin. “That’s not…” You held back a moan, “True.”
Bucky was having too much fun watching you gasp, and trying your hardest to not moan, or to not grind against his fingers. He didn’t remember the last time he had such genuine desire to make a girl lose control. Usually the women he slept with did everything they could to please him. It was almost never the other way around.
But you… oh. This was going to be a fun night, he thought.
“Are you going to write about this?” He asked, gently sliding a finger inside you. He loved how you trembled. “Hmm?” He leaned closer, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he slid another finger in, slowly fucking you with them. “Are you going to write about how good my fingers feel inside you?”
Your hands instinctively found their way around his neck, you held onto him as he touched you like he had all the time in the world to play with your body and earn your reactions. And you simply let him.
“Look at you.” He taunted, noticing the little movements you did with your hips in desperation. “You really did your best to try and blend in, huh? You even got this little see-through number on.” He chuckled. “But the expensive lingerie under it gives you away, baby. Girls in this part of the city don’t wear nice things like this.”
That comment made you mad for some reason. You found yourself frowning at him and asking, “How the– fuck, oh my god,” You cried out when he slid his fingers deeper, “How the hell do you know if it’s expensive lingerie or not?”
He gave you a smug, boyish grin. “I’ve taken enough off to know.”
You gasped, both in pleasure and disbelief. “You’re disgusting.” You managed to whisper.
He laughed. “And look at you, loving it.”
You opened your mouth to sass back, but he shut you up by abruptly sliding his fingers out of you and shoving them into your open mouth. You barely registered as it happened. Your brain only caught up when he began talking again.
“Do you feel disgusting now?” He asked, his voice as triumphant as always. “Have I spoiled you? Hmm? Did my touch make you dirty?” He kept his eyes on yours, knowing damn well your pussy was begging for his touch.
Hell, you would’ve begged him if he didn’t have his fingers into your mouth.
“You don’t belong in my world.” He stated, moving his fingers gently along your tongue. “You’re too… clean. Too tidy and nice.” He said it like it was an insult. “But you want it, don’t you? To belong? Here?”
You kept that soft suction on his fingers as you nodded.
He smiled. A genuine, proud smile. “Yeah? You want daddy to make you one of his girls?”
You nodded again, this time whimpering as he pulled his fingers back and out of your mouth. Leaving you empty and throbbing and fucking desperate.
“Now, be daddy’s good girl and take all that off.”
You moved immediately, delirious with anticipation and pleasure. And within the next few seconds, you were off the couch, off his lap, and stripping. You didn’t bother to put on a show either. Bucky preferred that. The whole performative stripping was getting boring.
Once done, he guided you back over on his lap. “Good girl.” He murmured, looking up at you with those blue gorgeous eyes. His hands continued exploring your body, now bare. And he was shameless. Touching everything, everywhere. His hands, warm and cold all over your body.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispered along your collar bones, kissing and licking your skin. “And you smell so fucking good.” You inched closer to him, rubbing your crotch against his clothed but erected cock, making yourself gasp and moan.
Bucky just chuckled at your impatience.
“I should be kicking you out.” He said. “I should have a couple of my guys keep an eye on you and make sure you never bother me again. But I can’t.” He tightened his grip on your waist just a little and pulled you closer to him, nuzzling your neck again. “How can I when you look so fucking good and fit so perfectly on my lap?”
You couldn’t help but whisper, “Please…”
“Please what?” He smirked against your skin. “What do you want, baby?” He wrapped his arms around you, grounding you on his clothed cock in the process, “My fingers again?” He reached up to grab the back of your neck, tilting your head back so he could kiss and whisper against your skin, “Or my cock?”
Would it be wrong to admit that you wanted him? Desperately. Shamelessly. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted his warm, muscular body pressed up against you while he fucked the brains out of you.
“Your cock, please.” You begged, gasping for breath already as he playfully bit your throat. You didn’t remember the last time a man had you this hot and bothered.
He chuckled, letting his hand rest at your butt, bringing your body closer to his. “Well then you have to work for it, doll.” He said, amused. “I love a woman who goes for what she wants.” He confessed. “You worked so hard to get here, didn’t you? Well go on then, work some more. Take my cock out and put it in you.” He said, then leaned back to watch you.
He was so fucking mean. It only turned you on even more.
Now what? He’s just gonna sit there and watch. How borderline humiliating. Damn him.
But you were needy enough that you didn’t have time for shame.
Bucky carefully watched each one of your moves. The desperation in your eyes, how your eager, trembling hands rapidly undid his pants to free his throbbing cock. He smirked, radiating pure male confidence when he caught the way you whimpered under your breath at the sight of him.
You lifted your eyes up, staring into his as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking his veiny cock, making him groan under his breath. “I said put it inside you, doll.”
You whimpered helplessly as you did, lifting your body off of his lap and aligning the tip of his cock to your hole and then slowly, slowly sinking down on him. You moaned, watching his cock disappear inside of you. Filling you up.
“Come here,” He growled once he was nice and deep inside your warm, wet hole. Grabbing you by the throat, Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you hungrily. Growling into your mouth about how good it felt to be inside you, “Good job. Look how pretty you look, filled with my cock. Do you realise how pretty you look?”
You said nothing back. You just focused on breathing and feeling.
“Come on,” Bucky struggled to hold back. He wanted nothing more than to just fuck. But he needed to tease you a little more. “Don’t you wanna remember this? For when you write your article, huh? Give me your phone.”
That part confused you. “What?” You cried out.
Bucky chuckled. “Where’s your phone, huh?” He looked around, and it was discarded and long forgotten in a corner of the couch. He reached for it and immediately opened your camera. “I want you to remember every detail. It might help with your writing.” He angled the camera down, neither of your faces visible but your bodies… oh it was a sight.
Your body pressed up against his. Him fully clothed but you were completely naked, with his cock buried deep inside you. You whimpered and hid your face into his neck as Bucky clicked multiple pics.
“Aww, what? Now you’re shy?” He taunted. “What about when you had plans to seduce me and get info out of me earlier, huh? You didn’t seem so shy when you basically threw yourself at me.”
You melted, immediately grinding your hips against his, desperate for some friction. For any kind of movement. Just needy.
“Please…”
He tossed your phone aside carelessly. His hands grabbed you by the hips as he carefully helped you lift your lower body up and then slowly, lowering you down his cock again.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” He sounded different. Rougher.
You nodded, looking down to see where your bodies connected and the sight of it, of his cock stretching you out was just sinful.
“You feel perfect, you know that?” Bucky grabbed and held your hips in place, gently thrusting his hips up, making you moan as he filled you up, “Just a perfect girl for me, aren’t you?”
Bucky leaned in to kiss your open mouth. His kiss was punishing, while he moved your body gently, rocking you back and forth on his cock to get you to get used to the girth of him. His cock throbbed against your walls, causing the tiniest bit of friction which drove you insane and turned you into a teary, mumbling mess.
“Please, please, please…” You pleaded.
“Aww baby, what is it? Is it too much? Hmm?” He teased, placing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it slowly while still moving your hips back and forth. “But isn’t this what you wanted? When you dragged me all the way here earlier, whispering dirty secrets in my ear… wasn’t this what you had in mind?”
You looked into his eyes with your teary ones.
Bucky smirked, “Poor baby, so hungry for cock. Isn’t she?” He let go of your hips, no longer helping you to move. “You were willing to fuck me and get what you wanted out of me for the sake of your little article, weren’t you? Go on then, take what you want. And make it good for me.”
You lifted your lower body slightly, before sliding back down on his cock. Now that he wasn’t helping you, it was way harder than earlier. You struggled to make him fit for a moment.
You whimpered and he groaned once he fit snug inside of you again. The tip of his cock reaching sensitive places you never knew existed. And suddenly, you never wanted to be empty ever again. You wanted to stay there forever on his lap.
“That’s good, baby.” Bucky murmured, caressing your thigh. “Fuck.” He swore. “With a cunt that good you could get whatever you want out of me.” He chuckled to himself, “I’ll fucking write your article myself.”
You looked right at him as you began riding his cock as best as you could before you finally found the right pace and rhythm. His words gave you the confidence you needed to move faster, impaling yourself down on his cock each time, whimpering shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely with each thrust.
“That’s it. Take it, take all of me in that tight, perfect little cunt…” He whispered as he leaned in, biting down and tugging at your bottom lip while you sped up, his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up.
His hand circled around your waist, his muscular arms caging you in and he pulled your warm body closer to his. You were nothing but a moaning mess at this point.
“This is all you wanted, wasn’t it?” He asked breathlessly, teasing you while you rode him. “All those months of endless calls and emails, research, and this is all you wanted. I know that look in your eyes, that pleading look, those fuck-me eyes. This is how you wanna be treated, huh? Like a dirty little whore all for me to use?”
Even his taunts were hot.
You bounced on his cock moaning and whining, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his ocean blue eyes. Guess you hadn’t been that subtle after all.
Bucky held you at your waist and rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock, throwing his head back and growling in pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good, baby…” He tried to contain his grunts, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna need this all the time now. And you’ll give it to me, won’t you? You’ll be daddy’s good girl and every time I ask you to bring this cunt over so I can fuck it, or taste it, or both, you’ll do it won’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” You whined, nodding helplessly. “Yes, I will.”
He chuckled, kissing down your neck and whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him. He panted against your skin, kissing you all over, “All mine now, you hear me? All fucking mine.”
“Yes…”
You didn’t slow down when you felt your orgasm wash over you, and Bucky kept thrusting his hips up into you even as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone, all that pressure exploding in a hot, satisfying way.
Bucky came right after you, pulling out just in time, his cum spilling all over your thighs as he kept his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to his.
“I think we should have more meetings like this. To discuss your article, of course.”
You nodded. And you knew, deep down, no matter the excuse you would keep coming back. Whenever he wanted you to.
warnings/tags. oral (m receiving), consensual somnophilia, smut, no use of y/n, 18+ themes ahead !!
Rylands eyes blink open as the warm morning sun hits his face. A smile tugs on his face as he swings his arm over to wrap around you but— you’re not there. Your side is empty. He furrows his brows, eyes darting around the room for any sight of you. But, you weren’t anywhere to be found.
Just as Ryland sits up to call out for your name he feels a familiar heat surge through his body. He suddenly felt really hot— as if there was no cool air to spare. He found himself digging his short nails into his mattress, while spotting a movement underneath the duvet that was covering the bottom of his body.
Ryland reached one of his hands out and peeled the duvet off, only to find you between his legs; your pretty lips wrapped around his dick and your hands pressed against his thighs.
Your eyelids flutter open and you look up at him to meet his gaze. Your eyes were watery and your jaw was slack. Ryland absentmindedly bucks his hips up, causing the tip of his dick to hit the back of your throat, a muffled gag erupts from you, making his dick twitch inside of your warm mouth.
“Fu- I’m sorry, baby.” Ryland moans as his hand find his ways to your head; fingers tangling into your hair for support. You hum in response which sends vibrations straight to his dick. His head falls back, squeezing his eyes shut, feeling the way your tongue circles around his cock and teases his sensitive tip.
He doesn’t even know how long you’d been under the blanket, sucking him off like your life depended on it. But, his thighs were wet— smeared with your drool that was dripping out of your mouth. He couldn’t help but imagine what it’d look like to have his cum and saliva dripping out of your mouth and onto him.
His head falls forward, straining back a moan. “off- off baby.” You pout but comply with the request. You slip his cock out of your mouth with a soft ‘pop’. “…Did I do something wrong?”
Your voice was raspy and quiet. Ryland quickly shakes his head with wide eyes, “Jesus Christ- no. I just wanna be able to see you better, baby.” He reaches over to the nightstand with a soft grunt and grabs his glasses, unfolding them and sitting them on the bridge of his nose.
With a soft sigh, he gives you a nod to continue. Your lip twitches into a smile as you take ryland back into your mouth— deeper this time. Your cheeks become hallow as you do your best to make him cum in your mouth.
But, just by the sight of you; ryland already feels his balls tighten. Your messy hair, the bubbles of spit forming around your mouth. And god- the thought of you soaking wet in your panties did it for him. His body becomes limp, he falls back onto the bed and his head hits the soft pillow with a strangled moan escaping from him.
You feel his warm seed spill into your mouth, which urges you to take his cock even further down your throat causing you to gag around him once again— you squeeze your eyes shut and pulls off of his cock, making sure to swallow every last drop of his cum.
You gasp for air as you look up at ryland who was doing the exact same thing. You lick the corners of your mouth, moaning quietly at the bitter taste. You hum in pride and crawl next to ryland, snuggling against his sweaty body.
“Did- did I cum in your mouth?” He whispers, ashamed of himself. You hum with a soft ‘yes’. He whines in embarrassment and mumbles a soft ‘sorry’, before asking: “did you spit it out?”
You shake your head as you lick your lips, “well- what’d you do with it…?” Ryland asks, looking over at you. You leaned over, fixing his askew glasses, “I swallowed it.” You admitted shyly, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.
A smirk creeps up onto Ryland’s face as he reaches his hand out and pets your head, stroking his fingers through your hair. “You’re unbelievable.”
I wrote this half asleep but I felt I needed to post something and it needed to be about my current obsession with Ryland grace… i love that nerd so much <3 FYI. I have no idea have sperm taste… I’m just guessing guys…
